The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Brittany nestled into his embrace, a frown marring her pretty face. "I'm not really feeling the vibe of this place. Last time at Saskia's wedding, she mentioned you've got quite the reputation for attracting trouble. Don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

Isaac chuckled softly, the sound warm and comforting. "Do you really not know whether I've been a bad boy?"

She knew him well; bringing this up was just her way of lightening the mood.

"And what if I didn't?" Brittany teased.

Isaac's hand cupped her face, his thumb pressing against her lips with gentle insistence. "Seems to me, Mrs. Salter, you're the one who should be explaining, not me."

Brittany sensed he was digging up the past and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. "Let's not go there."

He leaned in, and they shared a sticky, intimate kiss.

They were about to leave when the sound of brisk footsteps approached.

"Madam, Mr. Lynette has transferred all his assets. The divorce papers have been sent several times. Are you really not planning to sign them?" the lawyer asked.

Leila's face went pale. "It took me forever to marry him, and now he thinks he can just throw me away? In his dreams! Get in touch with my family's lawyers. Apply some pressure. If he wants a divorce, he's going to have to give me half of everything."

Yuri had been talking divorce, but Leila had been stubbornly refusing. But

prepared the divorce papers and had issued several ultimatums, only to be

Leila let out a cold laugh. "He dreams of being laid to rest next

able to be with Yuri in life; Leila was determined to keep them apart

to the spot, her eyes

few more curses aimed at Juliana,

Brittany's demeanor, wrapped an arm around her. "Don't worry about your mother's ashes. I'll have

her fists. "Do you think my mother marrying Robert

have

herself and returned to the dining room with

at hand and turned to Leila. "I've given you the papers. If you refuse to sign them, I'll have no choice but to take legal action." The sound of a spoon clattering against the table punctuated the tense

confused, asked, "What

"The divorce papers."

choked on

eyes brimmed with tears. "I

we'll have to let the law decide," Yuri

the courts won't grant a divorce," Leila

is fine? You must think