The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Leila was in a state of utter panic, scrambling on her hands and knees, clinging desperately to Yuri's legs as tears and snot streamed down her face. "Yuri, please, don't do this. I swear I've learned my lesson. Don't send me to jail. I'll do anything, I'll leave Craneville. Please, just don't treat me like this." The thought of prison chilled her to the bone. What would become of her if she were locked up?

Yuri shook her off and strode away without a backward glance.

Realizing her pleas were futile, Leila's desperation turned to bitter laughter. "Yuri, you betrayed me first. You're the one to blame. You and your precious daughter, and Juliana too-they all deserve to rot!" After leaving Leila's villa, Yuri severed all ties with Leila's family.

In less than three days, Leila's family empire crumbled into bankruptcy. For years, they had leached off the prosperity of the Lynette family, and without Yuri's support, they were nothing but a house of cards caught in a gust of wind.

Members of Leila's family came begging, one after another, but Yuri wouldn't even grant them an audience. His focus was solely on the sterile white room of the hospital.

Brittany had been unconscious for a full week, with no sign of waking.

The police found her beaten with iron rods, and one blow to the back of her head was particularly severe. Despite undergoing several surgeries to alleviate the brain bleeding, the doctors couldn't predict when -or if she would wake up.

the day, and even

seemed to seal their fate. Traces of Isaac's DNA were found at the base of a cliff, by a lake that had been thoroughly searched to no avail. "We've done all we can, Mr. Lynette," the lead detective said, fully aware of Yuri's temperament. "It's been half a month. It's

"Mr. Lynette, my condolences."

his eyes in desperation, "Leave

made a swift exit, signaling his team

that the police had given up the search nearly drove him to vandalize the police station. Rain poured down on Craneville, pounding against the windows. In the hushed hospital room, the woman on the bed was hooked up to

fog of unconsciousness, struggling to break free but sinking deeper into

of the rain intensified, accompanied by hurried footsteps and the ticking

locks and chains until, after the deluge, a clear sky

she opened her eyes to a bright white ceiling and blinked, her

stirring and immediately notified the doctors and

sat by Brittany's bedside, holding her hand. "Bri, you're