The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Noel's voice quivered with frustration, "So she knew all along, and I was the only one kept in the dark?"

"I mean, even if my brother doesn't trust me, he should consider that I'm his own flesh and blood. Why wouldn't he tell me?"

"Noel," Mr. Salter has been through a lot. He didn't tell you because he wanted to spare you from getting dragged into it," Nathan tried to explain on Isaac's behalf. "As for Ms. Lynette, she was also in the dark initially." But Noel wasn't having any of it. "I'll be heading to Craneville as soon as possible. I need to talk to my brother, one way or another."

Ignoring Nathan's protests, Noel had his assistant book him a flight, determined to leave his work behind and confront his brother in Craneville.

...

Nathan sighed as he looked at the disconnected call.

Noel was as impulsive as ever.

After a grueling twenty-plus-hour flight, Twila was exhausted, curling up in her leather seat and sleeping soundly.

Hestia sat by the window, her bandaged wounds making her look even more frail and ghostly.

Nathan handed her a cup of warm water. "Ms. Bennett, rest assured, we'll do everything in our power to ensure your safety."

Hestia clutched the cup tightly, her lips trembling slightly as she whispered a barely audible "Thank you."

a light blanket and draped it over Hestia, who closed her eyes, trying

by nightmares, a culmination of years of fear and a

sweating profusely, especially her forehead, which was dotted with beads of sweat. Instinctively, he reached out to comfort her, "Ms. Bennett, are you

vainly until she suddenly grabbed Nathan's hand, begging

murmuring pleas for mercy...

aback by her resemblance to Brittany, momentarily

even find peace

have happened to cause such

finally broke through the clouds,

like an eternity, they

frail as she was, couldn't carry

as they disembarked, heading straight

hotel was lavish, a realm Hestia hadn't stepped

out of place but managed to maintain her

handed her

cash, and

for now. If you need anything, just

lip, concerned. "I was exiled by the royal family.