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!"

first-come, first-served basis," Brittany defended her mother. "As far as I know, my mom and dad were each other's first love. They've been together for ages.

other woman. I am Yuri's

Julianne were alive to witness that for thirty years, it was she, Leila, who resided in the

mind and strode

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

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

like Juliana, straight

...

of Yuri's divorce spread like

the Lynette family cited irreconcilable

Lynette family, you'll be well taken care of."

you're a good

He was incredibly smart and knew his place. Yuri couldn't help but

got the news, she was briefly upset, but it just so happened that she

even Mrs. Brandt warmed