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!"

a 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. You, on the other hand, seem to be the other

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

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

Leila had lost her mind and strode past

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

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

Juliana,

...

divorce spread like wildfire, even making the

the Lynette family cited irreconcilable differences as

Lynette family, you'll be well taken care of." Holden knew Yuri had wanted a divorce

a good

that the only good thing to come out of his marriage was Holden. He was incredibly smart and knew his

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

was overjoyed, and even Mrs. Brandt warmed up