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!"

mom and dad were each other's first

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

that for thirty years, it was

and strode past her

in her name. Though both were villas, compared

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

Juliana, straight to

...

of Yuri's divorce spread like wildfire,

Lynette family cited irreconcilable differences as the reason for the

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. I've

you're a

to come out of his marriage was Holden. He was incredibly smart and knew his place. Yuri couldn't help but

news, she was briefly upset, but it just

was overjoyed, and even Mrs. Brandt warmed up