The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

[The Lynette family was so loaded, could they really not afford a few hundred hangers-on? Were they about to hit skid row?]

[If you had ten grand in your pocket, would you hand it all over to some panhandler on the street?]

[The prize money's in the hundreds of millions - talk about deep pockets!]

No sooner had the announcement for the competition been made than it went viral, raking in hundreds of thousands of shares in less than thirty minutes.

In just three days, it drew hundreds of thousands of eager applicants.

Yuri hadn't expected such a groundswell of interest and encouraged Brittany to go all in.

Meanwhile, in Craneville, at a research institute.

"His condition has stabilized."

Elijah, who was tuning in to the latest on Brittany's grand preparations for the Crown Jewel Design Challenge, let a shadow flicker across his eyes. "Okay."

Conglomerate, with Brittany at the helm, had eyes on every application. Organizing the competition wasn't just a

eye, sifted through hundreds of thousands of resumes,

jewelry contests herself, Brittany was no stranger to the process. Now, as the organizer with a vested interest, she ensured the event stayed in the limelight,

the esteemed Judge Meyer, catapulting her to instant

reprieve from morning sickness, only to see Brittany basking in glory, which left her fuming with envy and resentment. She had tried to land a job with the Lynette Conglomerate years ago, only to be turned down by Yuri, who claimed she wasn't cut out for

seemed to be

Saskia not be

competition heated up as it progressed, with several impressive

the eve of the finale, Brittany wrapped up her work and

chauffeur, unfamiliar with the route, inadvertently drove near the villa Brittany had bought

heart as she gazed at the

car, walked up to the

finally figured out the directions and called Brittany back to

was haunted by the image of that

- a pipe as thick as an arm crashing down, mixing with the rain, the cold, hard drops splattering on