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!"

each other's first love. They've been together for ages. You, on the other hand, seem

am Yuri's

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

and strode past her into the

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

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

Juliana, straight to

...

Yuri's divorce spread like

cited irreconcilable differences

under your mother's name, if you and Saskia want to stay with the Lynette family, you'll

a

marriage was Holden. He was incredibly smart and

got the news, she was briefly upset, but it

and even Mrs. Brandt warmed up to Saskia