They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 10

They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 10

Bianca had to face judgment from the family council. 

My parents hired the most famous defense attorney–but not to save her. 

They wanted Bianca to take full responsibility and prove they’d had no knowledge of the forged will or the arson, so the five families wouldn’t strip them of their remaining business and protection. 

When Bianca found out, she went silent in the safehouse for a long time. 

Then she handed over a voice recorder. 

In the recordings, my father taught her how to mimic our grandmother’s signature. My mother contacted a private handwriting firm to produce fake authentication reports. 

There was another segment–a conversation before the ambush at the cemetery. 

My mother said, “As long as Matilde leaves a fingerprint, we’ll say she gave it up voluntarily,” 

My father answered, “Lorenzo’s protecting Bianca. He’ll make Matilde sign.” 

Finally, Bianca’s hesitant voice: “What if she gets hurt?” 

My mother, dismissive: “She’s always been tough. A little pain won’t kill her.” 

After the recordings were submitted to the family council, my parents were forcibly brought to a family estate on Long 

Island for questioning. 

They saw Bianca in the hallway. 

My mother rushed forward and slapped her. “We raised you all these years, and you turned on us!” 

Bianca covered her cheek. Suddenly, she laughed. 

“Didn’t you say you’d protect me no matter what?” 

My father roared, “If you hadn’t been so greedy, the Colombos wouldn’t have collapsed!” 

You told me to forge the will! You told me to step on her!” Bianca pointed at them hysterically. “Everything I did was to be your favorite daughter!“. 

The parents who used to circle around her, who would hurt anyone for her sake, now looked at her like she was an enemy. 

Bianca finally understood. 

They’d loved her because favoring her gave them a sense of control. The second she became a burden, that love evaporated. 

As the guards led my mother away, she kept shouting my name. “Matilde, I know I was wrong!” 

She was hoping I’d come clean up the mess the way I always had. 

But I didn’t show up. 

I only had Alessio add the recordings to the case against my, parents and requested that the council permanently revoke their authority to speak for the Colombos, move funds, or command soldiers. 

The favoritism alliance they’d built with their own hands had finally collapsed under the weight of self–interest. 

Bianca asked to see me. 

Through the bulletproof glass in the safehouse visiting room, 

she looked so haggard she barely resembled the delicate, fragile second daughter of the Colombo family. 

When she saw me, the first thing she said was, “Are you satisfied now?” 

This was your choice.” 

“If you hadn’t come back and taken everything, none of this would’ve happened!” 

I didn’t argue. I just stood to leave. 

She panicked. “Wait!” 

stopped.

Bianca gripped the phone receiver tightly. “Do you know why 

I had to take your things? When I was little, the first time I took your hair clip, Mom said it looked prettier on me. You cried, but she held me and said you were the older sister–you should give in. That’s when I knew: as long as I took your 

things, they’d choose me.” 

The bedroom, the necklace, the fiancé. 

What she’d really wanted was never those things. She’d just kept stepping on me to prove she was the one they’d always pick. 

“As long as you had it worse than me, I felt like they loved me more.” 

She was shaking, sobbing. “But now they don’t want me either. We were both destroyed by them. Forgive me. Please.” 

I looked at her. 

When you were six, you didn’t know better–that was their fault. But when you were twenty–five, you knew exactly what meant to steal. You knew what it meant to hurt someone.” 

If you’re my sister, if you’re really a Colombo, then you know: when you do something wrong, you pay the price.” 

put down the phone. 

Bianca slammed her hands against the bulletproof glass. 

You can’t leave! You’re the only sister I have!” 

I didn’t look back.