The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Juliana could never be his wife, so why did it matter who his wife was?

Brittany felt an unexpected pang in her heart when she heard this. She seldom sought out Yuri's company, yet at this moment, she felt a twinge of empathy for him.

She wrapped her arms around Yuri gently. "Dad, you've worked so hard all these years."

Yuri patted her cheek. "As long as you're doing alright, I've got peace of mind."

Yuri had a meeting that afternoon and left the Lynette Mansion early.

Come lunchtime, Brittany descended the grand staircase. She ran into Leila, who was lugging her suitcases.

Spotting Brittany, Leila dropped her luggage with a thud. "Brittany, feeling smug, are you?"

Brittany's brow furrowed slightly. "Dad's divorce has nothing to do with me."

"Oh, please. If it wasn't for your mother, that homewrecker, seducing Yuri, he would've seen my worth decades ago!"

her mother. "As far as I know, my mom and dad were each other's

am Yuri's lawfully wedded wife.

witness that for thirty years, it was she, Leila, who resided in the Lynette

thought Leila had lost her mind and strode past her into

name. Though both were villas, compared to the grandeur of

trashed the living room, her ordinarily well-maintained face twisted with rage. "Get someone on the phone.

like Juliana,

...

of Yuri's divorce spread

salvage their reputation, the Lynette family cited irreconcilable differences as the reason

and Saskia want to stay with the Lynette family, you'll be well taken care of." Holden knew Yuri had wanted a divorce for a long time. "I'll continue with the Lynette Conglomerate.

you're a good

felt that the only good thing to come out of his marriage was Holden. He was

was briefly upset, but it just so

overjoyed, and even Mrs. Brandt warmed up to