The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"Kari, make sure you clock out early when Ronald gets back. We'll have a family dinner, just the three of us.

Willa was still talking about Ronald.

Kari nodded, "Sure, got it."

Ronald returned a week later. Fresh off the plane, he received a call from Kari.

"Bro, Mom made stew tonight. You coming over?"

Dressed in a sleek black trench coat, despite looking weary from travel, Ronald's innate aura of authority was unmistakable.

His assistant, noticing the softening of his expression, knew immediately who was on the line.

But his family had a dinner party planned for the evening.

"Sure."

Ronald had no intention of attending the dinner party. Spending time with Kari seemed far more appealing than wasting hours with the Malones. "I just landed, on my way now."

The assistant thought to caution him but was silenced by a stern look from Ronald.

Ronald gestured for the driver to start the car.

"Great, I'll pick up some of your favorite fruits," Kari said, relieved he was coming.

After hanging up, Kari shouted towards the kitchen, "Mom, Bro's landed. I'm off to get some fruit, take care."

"Alright, dear."

responded, then heard

in

a high-end grocery store for some fruits and then stopped by a deli for some charcuterie, thinking it would be nice to have while watching shows in the evening. Entering the

you

a few

to talk," Nathan's voice quivered, finding it hard to accept their

nothing left

did have feelings for Nathan, or they wouldn't have been talking

should never have been part

any

face went pale, his lips

has moved on. Please,

out of the car and saw Nathan bothering Kari. His brows furrowed as he strode over, positioning himself protectively in front

hadn't expected him so soon, especially not to this scene, feeling

"Who are you?"

hadn't met Ronald

you're the man my mother

had been buzzing in Nathan's ear these past few days, claiming Kari had found someone new and even brought him home. He

believe Kari could move on

Mila's been causing us

it of

you two, stop bothering