The Don Chose Her, I Chose Left Chapter 07

The Don Chose Her, I Chose Left Chapter 07

“Get your filthy hands off her!” 

Julian swatted Dante’s arm away violently, rage 

blazing hot behind his pupils. 

“You’ve got no right touching my bride!” 

“Who even are you?” 

Dante brushed off his rough shove with a 

dismissive scoff. 

“I’m Elena’s former lover.” 

“Per Bellandi custom, I’m required to complete the 

wedding–night ritual with her tonight.” 

“Nonsense!” Julian’s chest heaved with unbridled 

anger. 

“Elena was a virgin when we got together, I’m her first ever boyfriend!” 

“She never dated anyone prior to me, so you’re 

nothing but a fake imposter!” 

“Caught red–handed.” Dante grinned cockily. 

“Admittedly I’m not her ex–partner.” 

“I’m actually her official fiancé.” 

“Her fiancé’s supposed to be me!” Julian roared in 

outrage. 

“Julian.” I’d grown tired of dragging out this 

back–and–forth game and cut him off sharply. 

“Keep in mind you already exchanged wedding 

vows with Bianca on the altar earlier today.” 

“She’s your legal ceremonial bride in front of every 

capo and elder from both clans.” 

“Whatever existed between us ended for good the 

second you married her.” 

I directed my next statement toward him slow and 

deliberate. 

“Dante Moretti’s the prearranged political partner 

my parents selected for me years ago.” 

“That automatically makes him my rightful fiancé.” 

“I’m reconnecting with my predetermined. 

betrothed, and you have no jurisdiction to stop us.” 

Julian’s face drained of all color instantly, frozen 

rigid on the spot. 

Dante swept a cold look over the entire assembled 

group, amused smirk playing on his mouth. 

“Now if you’ll excuse us, my bride and I need to 

carry out our wedding night.” 

“Anybody sticking around intends to watch the whole process?” 

“This penthouse is my property!” Julian’s face turned beet red with fury. 

“Elena and I bought this condo together!” 

“This is our official bridal suite, you’ve zero 

business trespassing here!” 

“Fair point.” Dante feigned sudden realization 

paired with a look of blatant disdain. 

“This cramped space never caught my interest 

anyway.” 

“It’s nowhere near as nice as the 

two–thousand–square–foot lakefront mansion 

sitting on the Moretti estate grounds.” 

He tilted his head toward me with warm, easy 

tenderness. 

“C’mon Elena.” 

“I’ll take you somewhere with far better views.” 

“I guarantee tonight’s going to leave a lasting 

impression on you.” 

Dante reached for my hand to lead me toward the doorway, but Julian threw himself in our path and clamped a tight grip around my wrist. 

His eyes glistened with raw desperation, voice cracking mid–speech. 

“Let her go!” 

“I forbid you from taking Elena away!” 

“She’s my bride!” 

“Release her.” Dante’s easygoing mood faded 

completely, icy cold sharpness settling across his 

features. 

Julian refused to step aside an inch. 

Before their standoff escalated further, multiple 

black–suited professional security personnel filed 

into the room. 

They seized Julian by both arms and hauled him 

off to the side before he could put up any 

meaningful resistance. 

Julian screamed and thrashed against their hold. 

“Who do you work for?! You’ve no right restraining 

me!” 

“Elena belongs to me, don’t steal my bride away!” 

He watched helplessly as I walked out 

hand–in–hand with Dante, his furious shouts 

gradually morphing into broken desperate sobs. 

“Elena don’t leave!” 

“Please come back!” 

“I messed up badly, I admit every mistake!” 

“You’re the woman I truly love, the only one I planned to spend my future with!” 

Begging wouldn’t fix anything now. 

His cheap declarations of affection meant nothing 

to me anymore, my heart entirely devoid of 

leftover pain or sorrow as I exited without a single 

backward glance. 

Once I left the penthouse, security released Julian 

from their grip. 

He collapsed onto the floor trembling violently from overwhelming rage and crushing heartbreak. 

“Why… why’d she do this to me?!” 

His guys snapped out of their stunned daze. 

“Now that I get a good look, that guy’s face feels 

familiar.” 

“Those guards were definitely Moretti Family 

contracted staff…” 

“He’s Dante Moretti, heir to the entire Moretti business empire.” 

“Their holdings span seaport logistics, luxury real estate, private medical facilities and weapons. 

distribution; they’re the most powerful 

untouchable old–money clan across the whole 

city.” 

“Julian… you’ve picked a fight with someone you stand zero chance defeating.”