They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 04

They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 04

I didn’t unclench my left hand until I was outside the estate. 

My palm was covered in blisters. 

Vittorio’s car was waiting by the gate, flanked by two armored SUVS. 

He saw the marks on my back. His expression went cold. Do 

you need me to call in the capos?” 

“No.” 

I pulled my collar straight. “The new head of the Colombo 

family should have a few scars. Do you have what I asked for?” 

Everything’s ready.” 

One week after my grandmother’s burial, the memorial mass 

was held at the Colombo family’s hotel in Manhattan. 

There was nothing solemn about the setup. 

The ballroom was lined with red carpet. Congratulatory 

flower arrangements for Bianca’s inheritance crowded the 

entrance. My grandmother’s portrait and a single white rose 

had been shoved into the least visible corner, Bianca’s 

nameplate sat in the place of honor. 

She wore the black gown my grandmother had 

commissioned for me. Around her neck was the diamond 

necklace she’d taken from me when I was eighteen. On her 

wrist was the emerald bracelet my grandmother had promised to leave me. 

My parents announced publicly that the mass would be kept simple. 

What really mattered, they said, was fulfilling my 

grandmother’s greatest wish–letting Bianca take over the Colombo family. 

A black cushion had been set up in the corner of the 

ballroom for someone to kneel on. 

On the table in front of it sat three documents. 

The first was a public apology admitting I’d disrupted the 

funeral and assaulted Bianca.

The second reconfirmed my renunciation of all Colombo family assets. 

The third was the divorce agreement Lorenzo had already $igned. 

Internal family livestream cameras were all trained on the kneeling cushion. 

My father had already arranged it: the second I showed up, 

guards would confiscate my weapons and force me to kneel in 

front of my grandmother’s portrait and confess. At least 

twenty armed soldiers lined both sides of the hall. Every exit was covered. 

Bianca personally checked the camera angles. “When she gets 

here, tell them to go easy on her. We don’t want the other 

families thinking we’re bullying her.” 

My mother adjusted Bianca’s gown. “You’re too kind. That’s 

why she keeps taking advantage of you.” 

Lorenzo sat at the head table, an ink pad beside him. 

At seven p.m., the ceremony began. 

My father handed Bianca the hotel’s board authorization and 

the Colombo family ring. My mother announced that from 

this day forward, Bianca was the sole heir to the Colombo family. 

Bianca took Lorenzo’s arm and accepted congratulations 

from the crowd. 

Someone asked, laughing, if the two families would be 

announcing a wedding soon. 

Lorenzo didn’t deny it. He just kept glancing toward the 

ballroom doors. 

The emcee called my name three times. The cushion in the 

corner stayed empty, 

My mother tried calling me. The number was blocked. 

My father’s face went stiff. He announced to the room, “We’ll 

wait ten more minutes. If she doesn’t show, she forfeits 

everything Valeria Jeft her,” 

Ten minutes passed. The doors stayed shut. 

Lorenzo’s fingers drummed on the table. His assistant asked 

quietly if they should keep waiting. 

“No.” Lorenzo closed the divorce file. “She has nowhere else to 

go. She’ll come back eventually.” 

My father picked up the microphone. “From this day forward 

the Colombo family has only one daughter–Bianca.” 

Applause filled the ballroom. 

Bianca picked up the inheritance documents. Her pen was 

about to touch paper when the hotel doors were suddenly 

pushed open from the outsde. 

stood in the doorway in black, holding the wooden box with 

the broken rosary and the burned pouch inside. 

Behind me: Vittorio, the family elders, and dozens of armed loyalists. 

My father’s guards reached for their guns. Vittorio’s men drew 

first. One of them fired a shot into the ceiling. 

The crystal chandelier shook violently. Shards rained onto 

the red carpet. 

“Anyone who draws on the true heir is a traitor to the 

Colombo family.” 

The entire ballroom went silent. 

My father’s guards exchanged glances. One by one, they 

lowered their weapons. 

Vittorio pulled out a document. “Donna Valeria left behind a 

notarized video recording.”  

The screen lit up again. 

My grandmother sat propped up in her hospital bed, weak 

but lucid as she looked into the camera. 

If they force Matilde to renounce her inheritance-” 

‘Activate every debt recovery clause I left behind. Immediately.”