The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 805

Brittany’s eyes were rimmed with a red so deep it looked like they might bleed.

She had sensed Isaac was up to something special, but she never imagined he was planning a marriage proposal.

Isaac didn’t rush her, his eyes brimming with earnest love. For the longest time, he had dreamed of giving her the perfect proposal.

“Are you sure about this?” Brittany asked, aware of the deep yearning Isaac had for a family, mixed with a shadow of fear.

He craved the warmth of a complete family yet feared he might not be able to nurture a marriage successfully. These conflicting emotions had always made him hesitant to take the leap.

“I’m sure,” Isaac replied earnestly. “For the past five years, there hasn’t been a moment when I haven’t regretted not giving you a proposal back then, regretted not offering you the ceremony you deserved sooner, regretted any hardship you faced…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence.

Brittany reached out her hand, “Then, I accept.”

Isaac was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting Brittany to agree to his proposal so readily.

Brittany couldn’t help but smile, “Are you not going to put a ring on me?”

playfully began to withdraw her hand.

the sparkling diamond ring onto her finger. It shone brilliantly, making her slender, pale fingers even more captivating. He bowed his head and gently kissed the back of her hand, his lips warm against her skin, “Bri, from now on, I won’t hide anything from you. I won’t

bit.”

years past would not be

feet and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I believe

was a man of his word. She also knew he wouldn’t let her be hurt

mixture of passion and promise. “Bri, I love

neck, her response just as fervent.

the upstairs, their

pushed Isaac away, only to discover it was her closest friends and family.

were Grace, Kari,

had shown up.

eyes gleamed with joy, celebrating the union

after,” Grace said, her eyes misty. After all these years, they had finally made it.

thrust the roses into Brittany’s arms, his voice clear and sweet, “Mommy, I could be

a privilege not every child got to

be the flower girl?” Daniel asked, his affection for Abby obvious.

“Of