The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"Zip it, or Miss Brittany will have your head!"

Yuri cleared his throat, startling the maids, "Mr. Lynette!"

"Cut out the baseless gossip from now on."

Yuri didn't buy the rumor that Brittany was expecting. He scolded, clearly annoyed.

The maids, caught red-handed spreading tales without evidence, didn't dare to utter another word.

Although Yuri appeared calm, a seed of doubt had been planted.

Over the next few days, Yuri kept a close eye on Brittany.

And, just like the maids had mentioned, the signs were there.

Cravings for sour foods, excessive sleepiness, and bouts of nausea.

Yuri realized something was amiss and, after dinner one evening, led Brittany to his study.

"Bri, I notice you've been craving sour foods a lot lately. Are you feeling alright?"

Brittany, puzzled, replied, "Dad, I don't follow."

cravings," Yuri laid out his observations calmly, "I've heard from the maids you've been avoiding seafood and anything too

"You're pregnant."

to be speculating, but his

"Is that so?"

study was thick

knew she couldn't hide it any longer. Her

dizzy with anger, his teeth clenched, "Whose child

a deep breath, "Dad, I've told

her lips nervously,

but he thought

not only were they still together, but

"Bang="

on the desk, "Bri, have you lost your mind? You're betrothed to a royal, how could you-If word gets out, what will you do?" Brittany's

heavily, demanded, "Who is this man?

pressed her lips together, refusing to

"Speak!"

I'm pregnant, and it's my fault, but I won't leave him." Yuri stared at Brittany, his voice softening, "Tell me, who

Brittany remained silent.

moment, neither

said, "Go back

uneasy, whispered,