The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

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Meanwhile, Jonathan found himself in an unexpected confrontation with Leila.

“Mr. Metzger,” she greeted, her voice holding a weight that demanded respect.

Jonathan, ever the gentleman, nodded in acknowledgment.

“I’m here to ask you to let my daughter go,” she began, her words slicing through the silence like a sharp knife.

Jonathan’s face drained of color. “Madam…”

“Saskia is my pride and joy. I’ve raised her since she was a babe in arms. She’s not getting any younger; she can’t afford to wait.” Leila had not expected Jonathan to be so ineffectual. After all this time, he hadn’t managed to make the Metzgers come around.

“You cannot give Saskia the life she deserves anymore.” A flicker of contempt crossed Leila’s eyes. “Can your month’s pay even buy her a dress?”

Jonathan felt a flush of embarrassment scalding his cheeks. “Does Saskia think so too?”

“Saskia has been pining for you these days, but you can’t give her the happiness she seeks.” Leila’s heart ached for her daughter. “Mr. Metzger, if you truly care for Saskia, you’ll let her go.”

his heart heavy.

off and arranged a meeting with Saskia at the place

her cheek bearing the mark of a

Jonathan’s concern was palpable

her delicate skin.

face, her voice choked with sobs. “It’s

Lies.

breaking. “Did Leila do this to you?”

tears cascading down her cheeks uncontrollably. “Jonathan, I truly care for you, but I can’t defy

shattered Jonathan’s

who should apologize, Saskia.” He held her tenderly in his arms. Stripped of her usual luxury and wealth, Jonathan shed his veneer of pride. He smelled of

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a wave of nausea. She covered her nose, sobbing bitterly. “Jonathan, I can only give you half

convince my parents to agree to our marriage” Jonathan was elated, blind to the disgust hidden in Saskia’s eyes. He dropped Saskia off at the Lynette estate, then took

her son had come to his senses, only to be stunned as Jonathan knelt before her. “Mom, I want to marry

For Saskia, you’ve worn yourself ragged.

never the settle-down type.

“It’s Leila,