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..."

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

narrowed sharply, and he snatched the envelope, tearing it

embezzling over ten billion, indulging her family, and lining

gripping his cane tightly. The others clenched their teeth in anger; that money should have been theirs! "Stop reading, stop!

She

scrambled 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

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

papers signed,

a huff of indignation. The rest of the Lynette family followed, spitting venomously as

squandered by Leila-how could they not be

collapsed on the ground, drained

at Leila's feet. "I haven't 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

hand. "Pack