The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

The more she interacted with Caspian, the more familiar he seemed to Brittany. It was as though deep marks had been etched into their lives, binding them together before they even realized it. Isaac set his spoon down, his gaze profound and shadowed. "Yes."

Brittany clutched his sleeve, a hint of desperation in her voice. "Then what are we to each other?"

"What do you think?"

Isaac glanced around. "Don't you feel that this house, its decoration, or even the style, seems familiar?"

Brittany swallowed hard, struggling for words. "I...I do."

It was odd. Despite her scarce interactions with Caspian, seeing him always gave her the impression he was the one she had been searching for.

She licked her lips, tentatively asking, "Are we... lovers?"

Isaac remained silent.

"Married?"

"But, I've seen pictures, you're not Isaac-"

Brittany faltered.

Isaac opened his mouth to respond when suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted her train of thought.

Isaac swiftly got up, pressing his hand against the back of his hand, and pulled out the IV needle, closing the door firmly. "If I don't permit you to leave, you stay put." Realizing the gravity of the situation, Brittany nodded in understanding.

to find

Salter, what seems to be the

remove the needle was

seem to doubt his words. "Mr. Ulbricht suggests you rest well and postpone any meetings

hearing the visitor leave,

throbbing pain in her head, yet she couldn't

in complexion, Isaac quickly approached, concerned.

"My head hurts."

back on the

made me think of the past..." Brittany's voice faltered under

thinking

"It's

the headboard, trying to calm herself, then after a while, she grabbed Isaac's hand. "You

you want

coldness of his skin as she traced her fingers over his features, suddenly noticing something odd behind

realizing it was

"You-"

her down, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. "Now do you

in disbelief.

my wife seems to have

Brittany trembled. "You're Isaac?"