All Chapters of My Fortune Is Mine!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"What do you want, Zachary?" I asked flatly. My patience with Zachary was already paper thin."Emily, I need your help," he pleaded. A mirthless laugh escaped my lips."I'm hanging up. I warned you never to contact me again." I moved to end the call."No, wait! Emily, please don't hang up on me!" There was an almost frantic edge to his words now. Against my better judgment, I paused, curiosity getting the better of me."Fine, what is it Zachary?" I practically spat the question."I need you to be my escort to a family dinner." He paused, then added in a rush, "I...broke up with my fiancée." He says more like an order than a request. The absurdity of his request hit me like a slap in the face. An unbridled laugh burst from deep in my chest."Are you kidding me right now? Are you actually stupid?" I shook my head in disbelief. "I'm married now, Zachary. Happily married. Why the hell did you think I'll do that for you?""I know, I know," he pleaded frantically. "But I need a date to bri

"What the hell is going on here?" I demanded, my voice trembling slightly as I took in the scene before me. "Put the guns down, both of you! Now!""Stay out of this, Emily." Talia's says looking at me menacingly.“This is none of your business, so go take your seat like a good little girl."Her condescending tone struck a nerve and White hot fury blazed through me. “Shut the fuck up”, I spat vehemently at Talia, she was clearly taken aback, as shock was written all over her face. I turn to the man holding Giovanni at gunpoint. “Drop your weapon right now!" He doesn't budge and continues staring at me blankly. Annoyed, I look at Russo, who had a nonchalant look on his face despite being held at Gunpoint too. "Call off your dogs, Russo!" I tell him. He casually raised his hand. "I would do so gladly, Emily. If my nephew would be kind enough to drop his weapon."I flicked my desperate gaze to Giovanni, silently pleading with him not to push this further. After a beat of taut silence,

After watching Giovanni's car speed away from Anastasia's estate, I took a deep breath and drove my car into the estate. The same butler from before opened the door at my knock. "Ah, Mrs. D'Errico," he greeted with a courtly nod. "The mistress was just about to depart.""I'll wait for her return," I stated, leaving no room for argument as I swept past him into the marble foyer."There's no need." A familiar feminine voice rang out from the curved staircase. I looked up to see Anastasia descending the steps, she was certainly dressed like she was going somewhere. Wearing a….she looked like a model."You'll get your chance to see me now," she continued with a sly smile. "Since you've come all this way uninvited.""Why was my husband here?" I asked without hesitation.Anastasia let out a rich peal of laughter that raised that grated my nerves “ Did you follow Giovanni here? Does he know you're here?” She asks, as she raises her two eyebrows in glee I clenched my jaw and say in irritati

"I should get going," I say to Anastasia abruptly, needing to escape the already suffocating room. "But I'll be in touch soon about...Las Vegas."She studied me with those unsettlingly astute eyes, as if seeing straight through my flimsy attempts at composure, before giving a curt nod "Be careful out there, Emily." I offered no response, simply turning on my heel and walking out the mansion to my car. Once behind the tinted windows, I exhaled a shuddering breath and fumbled for my phone. With trembling fingers, I reconnected the call to Mark."Emily? Are you alright?" His concern was palpable even through the tinny speaker."I...I'm fine. What's the situation? How bad is the damage? I knew things like this were very serious and could possibly damage rivera’s shipping reputation. What had Donatella done."A weighted pause before he responded. "I've already informed Giovanni, and the livestream was cut, but...millions had tuned in by that point.This isn't going away quietly." He says.

After the disastrous interview, I knew I needed to get back to the office and address my employees. I couldn't have rumors and hearsay tarnishing their view of me as their CEO. The next day, as soon as I arrived at the company, I called for an all-staff meeting in the main conference room. One by one, my employees filed in, their expressions ranging from curious to concerned. I took a deep breath as I stood at the front of the room. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice," I began. "I'm sure the recent incident with my uncle has raised a lot of questions and concerns. I want to reintroduce myself as your CEO and assure you that nothing my uncle said on that livestream should be given any merit." I paused, making eye contact with as many people as I could. "My uncle has struggled with mental health issues for years. His allegations about me and this company were baseless and delusional. I am still fully in charge here, and it is business as usual moving forward. Does