She was the victim, Now she's the reckoning

VALENTINA'S POV

“Miss Valentina is all over the news.” Was the only thing I heard before everything faded away. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I just cried.

I knew what Daniel meant, by I was on the news. They succeeded.

“What do you mean by Valentina is on the news.” I could hear Alexander ask his assistant.

“Here, sir,” Daniel replied, handing Alex his tab. Through blurry eyes, I could see the strong hold Alex had on the tab.

“Let me see.” My brother said, collecting the tab from him.

“That bastard!!” Dante seethed, throwing the laptop across the room.

“After everything our family did for that bastard, this is how he repays us?! Dante yelled, fury dripping from every one of his words.

“Dante, calm down, what's done is done, now we need to focus on damage control before dealing with them.” Alex reasoned, calmly.

I sat there, the pain and betrayal sliced through my soul. I wiped my tears, it wasn't worth it. I looked towards Dante who was still seething. Given his over protective nature, I wasn't surprised. I glanced at Alexander, his hands in his pockets. But I could see through the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.

I took a deep breath before speaking. “I already had my lawyer draw up divorce papers.” I said breaking the silence.

Two heads turned to me, their eyes filled with questions. “I’m supposed to meet up with my lawyer today to pick up the divorce papers.” I explained.

“We can start from there,” Alex said. “Can you give Daniel your lawyer’s contact so he can pick them up?”

“Yes,” I reached for bag and pulled out my lawyer's card.

“I’ll get to it now.” Daniel said, walking out of the room. Leaving me with two angry mafia heads.

“Dante?” I called my brother in a small voice. He rushed to my side in an instant.

“I'm sorry,” I sobbed. “You warned me but I was too in love to listen. I'm sorry.” I cried harder this time.

“Why are you sorry peanut, it's not your fault. You just fell in love and nothing is wrong with that. You fell for the wrong man. Don't blame yourself for something you have no control over.” He cooed, his arms wrapped me in a comforting hug.

Dante wiped my tears, just as Alex spoke. His voice was calm, calculated and edged with a restrained fury. I could tell he was still enraged and he was doing a damn good job at keeping it cool.

“We need to get Valentina out of this place. The reporters are already in front of the hospital. I'll have my men control the situation and get us an exit.” He said, as he was already dialing on his phone

Dante walked over to the window and peered out. “Damn it”. He muttered.

“Control the situation at the front and get me an exit.” Alex ordered whoever was on the other end of the phone.

Dante pulled out his phone also. I rolled my eyes. No wonder they were best friends. “Get the jet on standby.”

I said nothing. Just watched the two men bark orders to their men. I picked the remote and tuned on the TV in the room, curious to see what was being said.

“Italian heiress, Valentina Rossi cheats on husband, Matteo Da Vinci with five men at the B&B lounge.” The headlines read.

They even had a blurry, obviously photoshopped image of me on the floor, with a man on top of me. The comments were vile My character and upbringing were questioned on the internet.

“My grip on the remote tightened. Matteo and his siblings would live to regret what they did to me. Alana included.” I promised as fresh tears ran down my cheeks

Alex's phone rang. “ I need the hospital staffs cleared out until Valentina leaves the hospital. Send out the best guards to room 409.” He ordered.

“Get dressed Valentina.” Dante said as he grabbed my bag.

“What about the divorce papers?” I asked. Weren't we supposed to wait for Daniel?

“Daniel knows where to meet us with them.” Alex answered.

A knock sounded on the door before it opened. “Boss.” A man said, walking in.

“Valentina meet Micheal, my right hand man.”

Alex introduced.

“What's the situation out front?” Alex asked.

“Worse.”

“What about the exit?”

“We have it under control.” Micheal assured.

“Let's move.”