The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 892

“She’s my wife,” Isaac declared, his voice laced with a simmering anger.

“Carla, I’ve given you chances, but your incessant targeting of her has pushed me past my limit,” he continued, his glare hardening.

Carla opened her mouth to retort, but a stern glance from Isaac silenced her.

“Evander and Hazel,” Isaac turned to address Carla’s parents with a tone that brooked no argument. “If you intend to meddle in this legal matter, then be prepared for a thorough accounting.”

He let the threat hang in the air, the unspoken consequences of their past deeds, which could land them behind bars, clear in his icy stare.

Carla’s parents dared not utter another word. When Grace was alive, she had a say over Isaac. Now that she was gone, the Salters were under Isaac’s rule, and no one dared step out of line.

Isaac ushered Brittany into the hall, draping his coat over her shoulders. “You won’t kneel tonight. Just sit by my side and keep me company,” he said softly.

According to the customs of Imperial City, the night before a burial was for vigil-keeping by the family’s younger generations.

However, Brittany was frail and could hardly endure.

“Okay,” she whispered in agreement.

knelt before the coffin, a picture

Salter family knelt as well, the hall silent except for the crackle of flames. The night stretched on, arduous and

by the sorrow of the wake, not closing her

dawn broke, she joined the Salters in bidding Grace a final

it was one o’clock in the afternoon.

to announce the will,

before the family, the attorney cleared his throat and began

voice devoid of emotion, “her shares are to be

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they had never imagined Grace would leave everything to Isaac

couldn’t contain himself and started to rise, but a single piercing look from Isaac sent him back

into shares, bonds,

and cash.

the shares, while the rest of the estate was divided among Isaac and Noel, Carla, and the Salter

Compared to the others, what he received was negligible-a final act of mercy from

he received

the room. “The will of

out?” Manuel couldn’t hold back. With so much wealth, why