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!"

defended her mother. "As far as I know, my mom and dad were each other's first love. They've

woman. I am Yuri's lawfully wedded wife. Juliana will forever

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

and strode past

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

the living room, her ordinarily well-maintained face twisted

like Juliana, straight to

...

news of Yuri's divorce spread

the Lynette family cited irreconcilable differences as the reason for

to stay with the Lynette family, you'll be well taken care of." Holden knew Yuri had wanted a

a good

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

it just so happened that she found out she was

family was overjoyed, and even Mrs. Brandt warmed up