They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 06

They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 06

The ballroom was so quiet I could hear Lorenzo’s ragged breathing. 

He stared at the numbers on the debt attachment for a long 

time before he looked up. 

“This money… it was really yours?” 

“Bank records and mortgage contracts are all here,” Alessio 

said coldly. “Three years ago, Miss Colombo sold two 

properties her maternal grandfather left her and mortgaged 

her personal shares to raise the capital Russo Holdings needed.” 

Cesare snatched the documents. After confirming the seals 

were authentic, his hands began to shake. 

Matilde, Russo will pay you back. But the deadline’s too tight. 

For the sake of the fact that you’re still part of the Russo 

family–can you extend it by six months?” 

Part of the family?” I looked at Lorenzo. “When he was 

breaking my finger in the cemetery, he didn’t seem to 

remember we were husband and wife, 

Lorenzo’s throat worked. His face was white. “I didn’t know 

you were the creditor.” 

Alessio reminded them they had three days to submit a 

repayment plan. Otherwise, we’d seize the Russo docks, 

warehouses, nightclubs, and legitimate businesses. 

I turned to leave. 

Lorenzo followed me outside. For the first time, his voice was 

low. “Matilde, give me a little more time.” 

Rain dripped from the edge of the portico.

Three years ago, he’d knelt in front of my grandmother on a 

rainy night just like this, begging her to save the Russo family. 

I’d just finished mortgaging my assets. I rushed to Lenox Hill 

Hospital in the middle of the night, but I heard him on the 

phone with Bianca outside her room. 

She said it was her birthday and no one was with her. She felt onely. 

He left the hospital immediately and stayed with her until dawn. 

I’d been running on no sleep and low blood sugar. I passed 

but in the hallway for two hours. 

When I woke up, all he’d sent was a text: “Bianca’s upset. I’ll 

be home later.” 

Back then, I thought if I could just protect the thing he cared 

about most, he’d see what I’d done for him eventually, 

Now I understood. The person who’s loved doesn’t have to do 

anything. The person who isn’t loved can empty herself 

completely, and it still won’t be enough. 

“I already gave you three years,” I said, opening my umbrella 

and walking past him. “You used up the grace period. 

yourself.” 

Alessio caught up and told me quietly there was another 

record in the account–a special withdrawal. 

The same day I mortgaged my assets three years ago, Lorenzo 

had taken two million dollars from our joint account. The 

recipient was Bianca. 

Lorenzo froze mid–step. He clearly remembered too. 

He’d used that money to buy Bianca birthday jewelry. 

On the same day, I sold the first Manhattan apartment my 

grandmother ever gave me. 

The day after the Colombo hotel accounts were frozen, the 

crisis went into full bloom. 

Suppliers stopped deliveries. Staff couldn’t be paid. Clients 

who’d booked weddings mobbed the lobby demanding 

refunds. A few small crews that depended on Colombo 

backing started testing boundaries–someone even fired 

shots at the hotel’s back entrance, warning my father to 

settle old accounts fast. 

Adriano’s hair turned white overnight. 

He called everyone back to the Westchester estate and had 

Bianca’s jewelry brought to the main hall. 

A dozen jewelry boxes covered the long table. Most of it was 

things she’d taken from me over the years. 

When my mother picked out gifts for Bianca, she always 

asked what I had first. If Bianca looked at something twice, it 

would end up in her room. 

These pieces are worth millions,” my father said grimly. “And 

the two apartments in your name–mortgage them immediately.” 

Bianca shielded the boxes. “Why should I give up my things?” 

The Colombos are about to collapse and you’re worried about jewelry?” 

My father reached for the boxes. She screamed and swept 

them onto the floor. Necklaces and gemstones scattered everywhere. 

You’re the ones who said I should have everything she had!” 

My mother tried to soothe her. “Bianca, it’s just temporary. 

Once the hotel’s back on its feet, we’ll buy them for you again.” 

But Bianca didn’t believe them anymore. 

At the inheritance ceremony, my father had struck her 

without hesitation. My mother had ripped the necklace off her throat. 

She finally understood their favoritism wasn’t as solid as she’d thought. 

That night, she snuck out of the estate and went to Russo Holdings‘ Midtown office.