The Don Who Chose Wrong Chapter 07
The divorce papers arrived in less than an hour.Â
One of our lawyers appeared with prepared documents. Like they’d been waiting for this moment.Â
“Sign here, here, and here,” the lawyer pointed to severalÂ
lines.Â
I signed quickly. My hand was steady.Â
When I handed the papers to Dante, his hands shook so badlyÂ
he could barely hold the pen.Â
“Please,” he whispered. I barely heard him. “Seraphina, we canÂ
fix this. I made a mistake, but-”Â
“Sign it, Dante.”Â
“I love you. I know I fucked up, but I love you. Give me anotherÂ
chance.”Â
“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”Â
“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?”Â
“I wouldn’t have let it go that far! I just wanted to scare you. Teach you a lesson. Make you respect Irina.”Â
“Respect?” I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “You wanted me to respect your mistress?”Â
“She wasn’t–she never was-” Dante couldn’t even finish the lie. My father stood up. Bored with this conversation.Â
“Sir, you have ten seconds to sign these documents. If youÂ
refuse, I’ll have my men cut off your fingers one by one until you comply. Your choice.”Â
Dante signed.Â
Just like that. Five years of marriage ended in ink and theÂ
silence of terrified mafias.Â
“Good,” my father said. “Now, let’s discuss your future. Or rather, your lack of one.”Â
He snapped his fingers. Camila pulled out a tablet. Projected aÂ
list onto the wall. The screen was covered in names.Â
Color–coded.Â
“These are the people who hold grudges against you,Â
Russo.”Â
Mr.Â
“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.”Â
Red and yellow covered almost the entire screen.Â
“Thirty minutes ago, when I learned my daughter was inÂ
danger at your casino, I called everyone on this list.” MyÂ
father’s smile was ice. “The Bellandi family no longer protectsÂ
Dante Russo.”Â
“Their reactions were… enthusiastic.”Â
Dante’s face turned from white to green. “You’re signing myÂ
death warrant.”Â
“No. The moment you raised your hand to my daughter, youÂ
signed your own death warrant. I’m simply… executing it.”Â
“Please…” Dante fell to his knees. Actually fell to his kneesÂ
before my father.Â
“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!”Â
“Everything you have is already ours. Or did you forget? You never had anything, Russo.”Â
I stood up. “Dante,” I said. He looked up at me. Desperate,Â
pathetic hope in his eyes.Â
“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 askedÂ
for a divorce like an adult. I would have let you go. I wouldÂ
have been hurt. But I would have walked away quietly. YouÂ
would still have your empire. You would still be alive.”Â
I let that sink in.Â
“But you chose humiliation. You chose cruelty. You tried toÂ
destroy me in front of everyone. Break me.” I paused. “Now I’m returning the favor. Enjoy your final days, Dante. I hearÂ
the Bratva has… creative ways of handling people who crossÂ
them.”Â
I turned to leave. My father’s men parted to let me through.Â
“Wait!” he shouted. “Seraphina! I love you! I’ve always lovedÂ
you! Please, please don’t leave me like this! I’m sorry! I’m soÂ
sorry!”Â
“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–”Â
I stopped at the door. Looked back one last time.Â
“That’s the problem, Dante. You only value what benefits you. You only respect power. You never loved me. You loved what IÂ
could do for you. And when you thought I was powerless, you showed me your true colors.” I laughed coldly.Â
“Thank you for teaching me that. It only took me five years.”

