The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

How the Donahue family had treated the Ulbricht family, Elijah was now exacting his revenge in kind.

Three years ago, she stood by, doing nothing. Even when Elijah reached out for help, she decisively ended the call...

The same scene, the same feelings. Octavia realized, with a sinking heart, that Elijah's revenge had been successful this time. Even more devastating than what had happened three years prior.

Time seemed to stand still until someone snapped her back to reality.

"Ms. Donahue, this is the acquisition contract."

Octavia numbly took the document, flipping to the last page. Her hand trembling, she signed her name. As she put down the pen, she looked up at the messenger: "How has Elijah been these past three years?"

The man looked at her as if she were a joke: "Ms. Donahue, whether Mr. Ulbricht had a good or bad time over the past three years, you'll soon find out."

Bankruptcy. Her fiancé, quick to distance himself at the first sign of trouble, and her family's empire swallowed up...

Was this life any better?

Watching his retreating back, Octavia's legs gave out, and she crumpled to the floor, speechless.

acquired by Elijah in just a short month, and the company was transformed into a part of the Ulbricht

who had once bullied them changed their tune,

lost in such meaningless social circles, but having experienced such highs and lows, he had grown to despise them. But the invitations kept

Elijah

surged around him, offering warm greetings as if they hadn't been the ones

room, he saw

the Donahue family's downfall, Seraphina had lost her support and, unable to curb her extravagant spending habits, had burned through her savings and started dating a wealthy suitor. Gone was the goddess, replaced by a gold-digger. Seraphina, usually dressed in innocence, was tonight clad in a slinky, black slip dress,

her eyes

her eyes lit up, then dimmed as she remembered the Donahue family's bankruptcy was due to Elijah, and she dared

aren't you and Mr. Ulbricht old acquaintances? Why not say hello?"

drink, Seraphina

perfume,

Seraphina's face fell.

Ulbricht isn't very fond of you," her

But Seraphina had looked down on him, constantly nitpicking. Now, without any support,

different from those materialistic