The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Yuri loathed her so deeply that he'd rather let the whole world know he'd been cuckolded than stay tethered to her? To end this marriage? The envelope was thick, its packaging intact. Yet its contents, if exposed, would reduce everything she'd built over the years to ashes! Perched above her, Yuri peered down at Leila. "You know exactly what's in here."

"Hand it over, let me see," Dylan quickly ordered his grandson, eager to see what could drive Yuri to such fury.

"No, you can't!"

Leila was quicker, snatching the envelope. "These things can't be seen."

Dylan was confused. "Leila, I thought you didn't want a divorce. Open it, let me see. I'll stand by you."

Leila's face was pale, her head shaking uncontrollably. "No, it can't be done."

Dylan moved to advance on her.

Leila, still pale, retreated continuously. "No, we can't let these things out..."

was palpable as she turned to Yuri in desperation. "I agree to the divorce, just don't expose

narrowed sharply, and he snatched the envelope, tearing it open for all to

over ten billion, indulging her family, and lining her own

who had been on her side, changed color, gripping his cane tightly. The others clenched their teeth in anger; that money

the ultimate scandal, embezzlement was a minor issue. She knew Yuri well-if she didn't sign

"Yuri, I truly loved you. Why couldn't you ever accept me?" She lamented over her

Yuri's lingering thoughts of Juliana, how could she ever have strayed, let

divorce papers signed,

left in a huff of indignation. The rest of the Lynette family followed, spitting

Leila-how could they not

collapsed on the ground, drained of

they'll hit the media immediately." Leila, ashen and tear-streaked, clung to Yuri's legs. "Yuri, please don't do this to me. I truly

of Juliana from Craneville all those years ago have anything

waved a hand. "Pack her