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."

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

"You're pregnant."

to be speculating, but his mind

"Is that so?"

was thick with

stiff with shock, knew she couldn't hide it any longer. Her knees buckled, and

anger, his teeth

breath, "Dad, I've told you,

nervously,

he thought Brittany

expected not only were they still together, but she was

"Bang="

mind? You're betrothed to a royal, how could you-If word gets out, what

heavily, demanded, "Who is this man? Bring him

pressed her lips

"Speak!"

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

Brittany remained silent.

a moment, neither

"Go back to

still uneasy, whispered,