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.

slightly, "Mom, Daniel, Dad, and I are doing really well. You can rest easy knowing that." Yuri's gaze remained fixed on the headstone throughout, a mix of sorrow

hand, preparing to leave. She paused,

walked away,

his fingers tracing the photo on the tombstone, his eyes filled with regret, "Julie, I'm sorry. I've let Bri

seemed to echo the

If only he had been stronger, perhaps Brittany wouldn't have had to face threats or been pushed into

into Derek Bishop, who had come for his own

when did you get

"Cousin Derek-"

of Brittany's hand and rushed into

eliciting giggles

watched them, a smile on her face, as Derek eventually hoisted Daniel onto

gripping Derek's head, his little legs

"Where's Mr. Lynette?"

"When

the Bishop family's

Brittany nodded, "Sure."

had been swamped lately, barely having time to visit