The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

A pair of eyes shimmering like the ocean waves, Ronald felt a shiver run through his body, suddenly waking from a dream. Sweat trickled down his spine.

A strange feeling echoed in his chest.

He reached out, irritated yet somewhat helpless.

Was a dream really that powerful?

Over the years abroad, mingling with the Malones, he had met many people, including some very impressive women.

But with them, aside from respect, he never harbored any improper thoughts.

Except when it came to Kari.

He rubbed his face hard, got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom.

After a cold shower to wash away the sweat, Ronald felt thirsty and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Mid-drink, he remembered the Malone's grand dinner. He hadn't attended.

There would be complaints, for sure!

Back in his room, Ronald checked his phone to find a string of missed calls.

He deleted them all, pretending he hadn't seen any.

That dream had utterly banished sleep for the night.

negotiation set for the next day, deciding instead

morning,

back,

up, surprised: "Ronald, you're up

up, we'll head to the

busy with work,

to disrupt Ronald's hectic

is

went to

together, Kari having the day off thanks to Brittany Dustin granting her a month's leave for

go to

breakfast, they got ready and headed straight to

surprised to see Ronald but quickly regained composure, inquired about Willa's

who had been clinging to life through medication, asked, "When can I

looking for

find one; you can undergo the transplant surgery," the doctor responded, offering hope that a transplant could reduce

dependency on medication.

"Okay."

followed a nurse

noticed the doctor's surprise and turned to Ronald: "Bro, you know

aware of her sharpness, didn't bother

arranged for Willa's