The Don Who Chose Wrong Chapter 07

The Don Who Chose Wrong Chapter 07

The divorce papers arrived in less than an hour. 

One of our lawyers appeared with prepared documents. Like they’d been waiting for this moment. 

“Sign here, here, and here,” the lawyer pointed to several 

lines. 

I signed quickly. My hand was steady. 

When I handed the papers to Dante, his hands shook so badly 

he could barely hold the pen. 

“Please,” he whispered. I barely heard him. “Seraphina, we can 

fix this. I made a mistake, but-” 

“Sign it, Dante.” 

“I love you. I know I fucked up, but I love you. Give me another 

chance.” 

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” 

“You loved me so much you let those men rape me?” I pointed to the fat businessman who’d been leering at me earlier. He was now pressed against a wall, trying to make himself invisible. “That kind of love?” 

“I wouldn’t have let it go that far! I just wanted to scare you. Teach you a lesson. Make you respect Irina.” 

“Respect?” I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “You wanted me to respect your mistress?” 

“She wasn’t–she never was-” Dante couldn’t even finish the lie. My father stood up. Bored with this conversation. 

“Sir, you have ten seconds to sign these documents. If you 

refuse, I’ll have my men cut off your fingers one by one until you comply. Your choice.” 

Dante signed. 

Just like that. Five years of marriage ended in ink and the 

silence of terrified mafias. 

“Good,” my father said. “Now, let’s discuss your future. Or rather, your lack of one.” 

He snapped his fingers. Camila pulled out a tablet. Projected a 

list onto the wall. The screen was covered in names. 

Color–coded. 

“These are the people who hold grudges against you, 

Russo.” 

Mr. 

“Red wants you dead immediately. Yellow wants to torture you first, then kill you. Orange wants to take everything from you and let you suffer alive.” 

Red and yellow covered almost the entire screen. 

“Thirty minutes ago, when I learned my daughter was in 

danger at your casino, I called everyone on this list.” My 

father’s smile was ice. “The Bellandi family no longer protects 

Dante Russo.” 

“Their reactions were… enthusiastic.” 

Dante’s face turned from white to green. “You’re signing my 

death warrant.” 

“No. The moment you raised your hand to my daughter, you 

signed your own death warrant. I’m simply… executing it.” 

“Please…” Dante fell to his knees. Actually fell to his knees 

before my father. 

“I’ll do anything! I’ll give you everything! I’ll be your soldier, your spy, whatever you want! Just don’t do this to me!” 

“Everything you have is already ours. Or did you forget? You never had anything, Russo.” 

I stood up. “Dante,” I said. He looked up at me. Desperate, 

pathetic hope in his eyes. 

“I want you to know something. If you’d been honest with me. If you’d told me you didn’t love me anymore. If you’d asked 

for a divorce like an adult. I would have let you go. I would 

have been hurt. But I would have walked away quietly. You 

would still have your empire. You would still be alive.” 

I let that sink in. 

“But you chose humiliation. You chose cruelty. You tried to 

destroy me in front of everyone. Break me.” I paused. “Now I’m returning the favor. Enjoy your final days, Dante. I hear 

the Bratva has… creative ways of handling people who cross 

them.” 

I turned to leave. My father’s men parted to let me through. 

“Wait!” he shouted. “Seraphina! I love you! I’ve always loved 

you! Please, please don’t leave me like this! I’m sorry! I’m so 

sorry!” 

“If I’d known who you really were, I never would have hurt you. I would have treated you like a queen. I would have–” 

I stopped at the door. Looked back one last time. 

“That’s the problem, Dante. You only value what benefits you. You only respect power. You never loved me. You loved what I 

could do for you. And when you thought I was powerless, you showed me your true colors.” I laughed coldly. 

“Thank you for teaching me that. It only took me five years.”