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."

at the helm, had eyes on every application. Organizing the competition

her discerning eye, sifted through hundreds of thousands of resumes,

organizer with a vested interest,

rivaling the esteemed Judge Meyer, catapulting her to instant

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 the

seemed to be

could Saskia not be

it progressed, with several impressive designers catching

up her work and

route, inadvertently drove near the villa Brittany had bought

a strange tug at her heart as she gazed at the villa, a pang of recognition stirring

stepped out of the car, walked up

time to go," The chauffeur finally figured out the directions and

the Lynette Mansion, Brittany's mind was haunted by

arm crashing down, mixing with