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."

laid out his observations calmly, "I've heard from the maids you've

"You're pregnant."

seemed to be speculating, but

"Is that so?"

was thick with

hide it any longer. Her knees buckled,

with anger, his teeth clenched, "Whose child

a deep breath, "Dad, I've

nervously,

but he thought Brittany had broken up with him

only were they still

"Bang="

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?

lips together, refusing

"Speak!"

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

Brittany remained silent.

moment, neither

said, "Go back

still uneasy,