The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Yuri had long since stopped feeling the deep pang of grief.

After all, it had been over twenty years since Julie had passed away. Over those two decades, he'd gotten used to the absence, the waiting, the void left by Julie. But certain days, like today, made it hard not to feel a touch of sadness, a whisper of what could have been if Julie were still here to share life with him and Brittany.

The Lynette Family Cemetery was vast, a sprawling expanse of history and memories, mostly visited by members of the Lynette lineage.

Julie's headstone was a labor of love personally overseen by Yuri.

Majestic yet solemn.

Understated yet powerful.

Daniel approached the grave, his legs giving way beneath him as he knelt with a soft thud.

He carefully opened a picnic basket, taking out a piece of pumpkin pie, gingerly setting it down.

"Grandma, it's me, Daniel. I came to visit you."

His voice had lost its babyish lilt, edging more into the realm of a young man's.

She placed them by the grave, squatting down slightly, "Mom, Daniel, Dad, and I are doing really well. You can rest easy knowing that." Yuri's gaze remained fixed on the

by the hand, preparing to leave. She paused, turning back to Yuri, "Dad, if

Daniel slowly walked away, leaving Yuri alone with

his fingers tracing the photo on the tombstone, his eyes filled with regret,

tombstone seemed to echo

wouldn't have had to face threats or been

cemetery, they bumped into Derek Bishop, who

when did you

"Cousin Derek-"

of Brittany's hand and rushed into Derek's arms, "Cousin Derek, I've missed

Daniel, tickling him, eliciting giggles and pleas,

as Derek

sparkled with joy, gripping Derek's head, his little legs

"Where's Mr. Lynette?"

replied, "When

here. How about coming over to the Bishop family's house tonight? Grandma wants to

Brittany nodded, "Sure."

lately, barely having time to