Don, I Left as You Wished Chapter 08

Don, I Left as You Wished Chapter 08

Two years later, the European Financial Summit commenced. The brightest minds from around the world gathered for the 

opening ceremony. 

With my advisor’s backing, I joined the Nordic Chamber of 

Commerce. I spearheaded financial research and innovations 

as a representative of the new generation. 

For two full years, I lived in France. 

Once the summit ended, my friends insisted on throwing me a 

private celebration. 

Realizing I had been isolated from the social world for too 

long, I agreed. 

But I never expected to see those two men at the restaurant entrance. They were the last people I wanted to see in this 

lifetime. 

Carlo and Damiano stood there, looking like they had been 

waiting for hours. 

Their old arrogance was entirely gone, replaced by a hollow, 

broken exhaustion. Grief had etched unfamiliar lines into their 

faces. 

It seemed their lives hadn’t been easy during our time apart. 

The moment Carlo saw me, he stepped forward. 

His lips trembled, but he couldn’t form a single word. 

I looked at him calmly. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Carlo stared at me with a conflicted expression. 

“We’re sorry for what happened,” he choked out. “We came to apologize. How have you been these past two years?” 

He paused, swallowing hard. 

“Your… your mother wants you back. She misses you. Come home with your brother, okay?” 

It was the first time he had ever called himself my brother. 

But I didn’t need a brother anymore. 

I shut him down immediately. 

“No thanks. I’ll handle things with my mother myself. Just 

leave.” 

Seeing me turn around, Damiano lunged forward to grab my 

wrist. I yanked my arm away with brute force. 

My cold rejection shattered whatever hope remained in his 

eyes. 

“Celeste, don’t go, just let us explain,” Damiano begged. “The photos were my fault, but everything else was Diana Ricci’s doing. She hired those punks, so Carlo and I bankrupted her 

family and put her in prison.” 

“Come home with me. We can start over, and I’ll give you 

whatever you want. I’ll never hurt you again.” 

His words sounded moving, but my heart remained entirely 

dead. 

“No, I’m not going back. Just act like we never happened.” 

I rarely went out, but my neighbors told me these two had 

been looking for me constantly. 

I didn’t even hate them anymore. But no matter what they did, 

I would never forgive them. 

I took a deep breath and stepped back. 

“If you hadn’t gotten me drunk that night, we would’ve never 

slept together,” I said coldly. “I was too naive. I actually thought you loved me.” 

“I never expected you to record my first night and leak those photos. Do you know how disgusting it felt to have everyone 

look at me like that? I wanted to die.” 

Damiano’s face turned completely pale. 

Carlo whirled around in disbelief, slamming Damiano against 

the wall by his throat. 

“You told me she was willing!” Carlo roared. “You fucking drugged her?!” 

Carlo shook violently. He never knew regret could be this 

heavy, crushing his very bones. 

“I only wanted him to take a few photos,” Carlo choked out, his voice trembling. “I didn’t think he would do this…” 

Damiano’s eyes welled with tears. “I’m sorry, Celeste. I know it’s my fault, but please give me a chance to fix this.” 

My heart didn’t even flicker. 

I used to view Carlo as my only brother and Damiano as my 

only love. 

Yet they were the ones who cut me the deepest. 

“Now that I’m gone, you can be with Diana Ricci openly,” I said. “She suits you both much better.” 

Carlo shook his head frantically. “No! I only treated her well to 

make you mad. You’re my only real sister.” 

Damiano quickly chimed in. 

“I couldn’t untangle my feelings back then, and I made a horrible mistake,” he pleaded. “I never meant to destroy you. I’m sorry, Celeste. It’s all my fault.” 

A late apology couldn’t heal these scars. 

I looked them dead in the eye. “If you’re truly sorry, then leave 

me alone. Stop ruining my life.” 

“We are absolutely nothing to each other anymore.” 

I turned and walked away without looking back. 

After that final encounter, Carlo and Damiano really did stop 

bothering me. 

Around the same time, both of them transferred every single 

asset under their names into my bank account. 

They seemed to think money could fix the massive void 

between us. 

Carlo sent a message through an intermediary, swearing he would always be my brother, whether our parents divorced or 

not. 

Damiano also texted me, promising he would wait for me for 

the rest of his life. 

But none of it mattered anymore. 

As for my mother, she Questionnaire divorced Don Messina 

the moment she found out everything Carlo had done to me. 

She kept spamming me with texts, crying about what a failure of a mother she was and begging for forgiveness. 

Looking at her guilt–ridden texts, I didn’t even know how to 

comfort her. 

Maybe I didn’t hate her anymore, but I would never love her 

again. 

Years later, on a quiet morning, I stumbled upon a piece of 

news from back home. 

The Messina estate had burned to the ground in a massive fire. The young, newly appointed Don refused to leave the inferno, and before he passed out, the only thing he protected with his life was a single photograph of a woman. 

At almost the exact same time, the Don of the Barone family 

suffered a horrific car crash due to brake failure while 

speeding toward the fire. 

Fate had bound them together in a final, tragic loop. 

I locked my phone with a blank face and stared out the window 

at the bright sun. 

Spring was beautiful.