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. "I agree to the

sharply, and he snatched the

thirty years, Leila is suspected of embezzling over ten billion, indulging her family, and lining her own pockets, leading to losses of over ten billion for the Lynette

changed color, gripping his cane tightly. The others clenched their teeth in anger; that money should have been

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

scrambled together, her hand trembling as she penned her name, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Yuri, I truly

been for Yuri's lingering thoughts of Juliana, how could she ever have strayed, let alone be

papers signed,

of the Lynette family followed, spitting venomously as

could they not be

ground,

her, pulling out a stack of photos from the envelope and tossing them 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, ashen and tear-streaked,

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

waved a hand. "Pack