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..."

in desperation.

eyes narrowed sharply, and he snatched the envelope,

her family, and lining her own pockets, leading to losses of over ten billion

her side, changed color, gripping his cane tightly. The others clenched their teeth in anger;

to the ultimate scandal, embezzlement was a minor issue. She knew Yuri well-if

together, her hand trembling as she penned her name, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Yuri, I truly loved you. Why couldn't you ever accept me?" She lamented over her

thoughts of Juliana, how could she ever have

divorce papers signed, the marriage

a huff of indignation. The rest of the Lynette

by Leila-how could they not be

ground, drained of

again, I guarantee they'll hit the media

grasp and crouching before her. "Tell me, Leila, does the mysterious disappearance of Juliana from Craneville all those years ago have anything to do with

waved a hand.