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 divorce,

narrowed sharply, and he snatched the envelope,

her family, and lining her own pockets, leading

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

issue. She

cheeks. "Yuri, I

Juliana, how could

divorce papers signed, the marriage

rest of the Lynette family followed, spitting venomously

could they not

collapsed on the ground, drained of

towered over 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, clung to Yuri's legs. "Yuri, please don't do this to me. I truly love you. It

Juliana from Craneville all those years ago have anything to do with you?' Leila's head shook frantically. "I

waved a hand. "Pack her