The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

For years, Yuri had been without a direct heir, and the vultures in the family had circled his wealth relentlessly. Even if they couldn't claim it all for themselves, they skulked around, hoping for a decent cut to secure their lives in comfort.

Then, out of the blue, Brittany swept in, inheriting all of Yuri's assets, sending shockwaves through the family tree.

Now, they were using the pretext of Yuri's impending divorce to target Brittany, to bring her down a peg.

Brittany was no stranger to being the black sheep, but facing such blatant hostility in front of everyone still stung.

Dylan, keeping his distance, made it clear he wasn't going to speak up for Brittany.

When word got around that the Lynette family was stirring, Yuri didn't need more than a moment to figure out that Leila was behind it.

He pulled open his desk drawer, grabbed a manila envelope, and strode downstairs with purpose.

Entering the living room, he caught the family's bitter onslaught against Brittany, and his face turned thunderous.

A young voice whispered, "Uncle Yuri's here," and the room fell deathly silent.

Dylan, scowling, blurted out, "Yuri, why are you getting a divorce?"

only spell trouble

to Brittany's side. "You

side of Yuri's wrath. If he cast them out

pettiness, replied coolly,

my daughter, my only daughter at that. Anyone who dares cross her from now on can pack their bags and leave the Lynette family!"

family here, what's wrong with speaking our minds?" Dylan, resentful of Yuri's favoritism towards Brittany, grumbled, "Even if she's your only daughter, she's still just a daughter..." "Uncle!" Yuri cut him off sharply. "Times have changed. Whether a son or a daughter, it makes no difference

years, was irked by Yuri's sudden shift in loyalty

argument escalating, whispered a reminder, "Uncle, let's

wasn't here for a family feud. She wanted to press Yuri into changing his

you had no worries. And now you want a

insinuation was clear - he suspected

his composure. "I was forced into this marriage. Over these thirty years, how many times have I asked for a divorce? You

could tolerate it when I was childless, but not

hasn't been

that Brittany was

thrust into