The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Saskia had already gone to bed when she heard Yuri's voice change, alerting her that something was wrong. She pushed Gabriel aside in a rush. "I need to go home."

Gabriel, his clothes in disarray, was incredulous. "Now?"

At this hour, she wanted to go back?

Saskia couldn't afford to delay. "You're coming with me."

Gabriel was impatient but wouldn't let Saskia go alone. He changed quickly, and together, under the cover of night, they hurried back to the Lynette Mansion. Gabriel was still trying to grasp what was happening.

As they entered the living room, a flying coffee mug greeted them, aimed straight at Saskia!

"Dad!"

The mug hit Saskia, cutting her forehead and drawing blood. Yuri's face was stormy. "Really, Saskia!"

Trembling with pain, Saskia managed, "Dad, what's happened?"

Yuri, fuming with anger, grabbed a stack of documents. "Take a good look at this!"

As Saskia saw what was in the documents, her face drained of color, her gaze shifting back to Yuri in shock.

thirty years. Where have I gone wrong that you would betray my daughter like

caught

forehead, she retorted with

mere three hundred million dollars

to waltz into the headquarters upon her return? Why does she get to choose any department she fancies while you refuse me even a visit to the headquarters?" Eyes brimming with tears, Saskia accused,

daughters, it's

"Saskia!"

this, was frantic, reprimanding sharply,

always known he never saw me as his own. Why does Brittany

beside herself with grievance. "If he had been fair, would I have resorted

it was Yuri's fault. His bias. He had caused Brittany to bear such

"You still feel wronged?"

Yuri scoffed, "Ungrateful wretch!"

the Lynette family, you would have frozen to death on

I am biased. So what? Even with my own flesh and blood, there are preferences. You're not

no worries about food or shelter. The properties and shares in your name would set you up for

"And my daughter?"

her mother young and struggled within the Dustin family. She hasn't had a single good day in thirty years. Is it wrong