The Don Lost His Little Orphan Chapter 07

The Don Lost His Little Orphan Chapter 07

The crowd drifted away. 

Elias went weak in the knees and almost fell. 

I caught him. “Elias, are you okay?” 

He grabbed my arm, his palms cold with sweat. 

“Sienna. That man. That’s the family you used to live with?” His voice was shaking. 

I looked down and nodded. “Don’t be scared. We’re married. 

He can’t take me anywhere.” 

Elias stared at me. Then he pulled me into his arms. 

He was trembling. 

“I’m not scared of his money or his power.” His voice was low. 

“I’m scared that one day, you’ll have suffered so much that you’ll go back to him.” 

My eyes burned. 

“I won’t.” I held him back, closing my eyes. “Elias, that drafty little apartment of ours is the only home I’ve ever had.” 

That night, Elias studied late. 

I finished sewing the last piece of clothing and set a cup of tea 

on his desk. 

He looked up, his eyes full of a new, fierce determination. 

“Sienna, I’m going to pass this exam. I swear. I’ll never let 

anyone look down on you again.” 

I smiled and touched his face. “Okay. I’ll wait.” 

After the confrontation, the underworld started talking. 

They said Elias was a garbage lawyer who’d married a woman 

the Moretti estate had threw away. 

They said I was unfaithful, that I’d tried to seduce Nico, and 

that when he kicked me out, I married the first fool who’d take 

1. me. 

The gossip got ugly. Even the guy at the corner store looked at 

me differently. 

I sat in the little apartment, looking at Elias’s thin back, and 

thought about leaving. 

I took out a piece of paper to write divorce papers. I didn’t 

want to ruin his name. 

Elias took the pen from my hand and tore the paper up. 

That night, he didn’t study. He sat at the computer until dawn. 

The next day, an open letter appeared all over legal circles. It was titled “Who Has the Right to Judge a Woman?” 

The words were sharp. It tore into the powerful for using women’s reputations as entertainment, mocked the so–called upper class for bullying the weak with money and status. 

A poor student, with nothing but his pride, had defended me. 

The gossip turned around fast. 

Legal aid lawyers and women’s organizations shared the 

article. 

I looked at his name on the screen and sobbed at my desk.