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

moved to Brittany's side. "You alright,

younger relatives who had been targeting Brittany shrank back, dreading being on the wrong side of Yuri's wrath. If he cast

their pettiness,

that. Anyone who dares cross her from now on can

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

the family's generosity for years, was irked

a reminder,

feud. She wanted to

years to you, raising your children, ensuring you

clear - he

this marriage. Over these thirty years, how many

it when I was childless,

suggesting Leila hasn't been kind to

now that Brittany was the wrench in the

Brittany was thrust into