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..."

palpable as she turned to Yuri in desperation. "I agree to

and he snatched the

past thirty years, Leila is suspected of embezzling over ten billion, indulging her family, and lining her own pockets,

cane tightly. The others clenched their teeth in anger; that money should have been theirs! "Stop reading, stop! I'll sign. I'll

issue. She knew Yuri well-if she didn't sign now,

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

been for Yuri's lingering thoughts of Juliana, how could she

divorce papers signed, the marriage was

left in a huff of indignation. The rest of

could they

collapsed on the ground,

exposed these, but if you dare to cross Bri again, I guarantee they'll hit the media immediately." Leila,

"Tell me, Leila, does the mysterious disappearance of Juliana from Craneville all those years ago have anything to do with you?' Leila's

a hand. "Pack