The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 879

As Soren peered at the documents spread before him, his face drained of color, and the fire in his lungs for a good curse seemed to fizzle out.

“Don’t worry, we’re family here,” Isaac said, his voice smooth as whiskey but with an edge sharp as a knife blade. “You can sell your shares to me or keep them. Either way, I won’t shortchange you when it comes to the annual dividends.”

It was a velvet glove cloaking an iron fist as Isaac suggested, “Soren, you’re getting on in years. It’s time you stepped back, spent your days playing with the grandchildren and enjoying your golden years.”

Dazed, Soren drifted away from the confrontation.

Isaac, methodical as a chess master, neutralized the peripheral family members and placed his own pawns in power.

Marcel, upon learning his months of hard graft had evaporated into thin air, was so furious it was a miracle he didn’t have a stroke on the spot.

And to add insult to injury, Leda had been whisked away by the cops, her fate unknown.

Manuel, seething at being cuckolded by Leda, refused to lift a finger to help.

Marcel’s influence waned, his voice barely a whisper in family matters.

When Zella sought out the Andersons, echoing Marcel’s plea, they flatly refused to get involved. They even advised her to divorce Marcel.

Divorce? Zella wouldn’t hear of it. She had a blazing row with the Andersons and cut all

ties with them.

Marcel still resided at Salter Manor, his mind spinning, yet failing to secure Leda’s release. Watching Marcel’s spirit wither, Zella’s heart softened.

much contemplation, she bought fruits and some health supplements

at expectation. “Are you here to plead for Leda’s case?” she asked, her voice light as a feather yet heavy with

struck

the situation, and Brittany, the victim, was

offerings, Zella had a sudden

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how you were,”

“Regardless, won’t be the one to free

with Brittany’s frailty, Zella found herself at a loss

until sleep claimed her once again. Then, Zella rose to

of the ward, she felt adrift.

and Marcel powerless, Zella found herself wandering the streets aimlessly, eventually stumbling into a secluded alley. Lost within it’s labyrinth, she circled until the realization of being lost dawned

with a

Marcel was in a foul mood. Desiring to figure a way out on her own, she found herself growing increasingly lightheaded with each step, until ultimately, her

rooftops, casting a misty glow, enveloping the alley in a chilling, intangible embrace.

feared the

of light, sent tremors through her

faint echo of footsteps stirred

fists

shadows stretched long and ominous, and Zella’s lips turned pale

the brink of panic, the sound

“Zella.”

It was Marcel.