The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"My name's Saskia Lynette, I need to have a word with you," Saskia declared, her gaze sweeping over Hestia from a lofty perch. "It's about Brittany Lynette." Hestia agreed with a smile.

...

After the dinner party wrapped up, Hestia made her exit from the venue.

Meanwhile, Brittany and Eltham left together.

"Mr. Lynette's jetted off to Capital City, the Lynette house is empty. Why don't you move in with me?" Eltham was still keen on the idea of living together with Brittany. "No, my brother's still around," Brittany declined, shaking her head. "You said before, you wouldn't cage me in."

Knowing Brittany was more velvet than steel, Eltham capitulated, "Alright, I'll drive you home then."

Once in the car, Brittany wrapped herself in her coat, yawned, and leaned back, drifting off to sleep.

Eltham wanted to chat, but seeing Brittany's lack of interest, he let the idea go.

Upon arriving at the Lynette residence, Holden Lynette was waiting outside.

Seeing Brittany return, he quickly approached.

"Back already?"

Brittany opened the car door, "Brother."

After a brief greeting with Eltham, Holden supported Brittany, "Prince Eltham, thanks for bringing Bri back."

Eltham and Holden were on decent terms, "Bri didn't eat much tonight, make sure the staff prepares something for her." "Got it," Holden assured him.

After Eltham left, Holden let go of Brittany, "Was the dinner alright?"

"It was fine."

Entering the living room, they found Isaac Salter, apron-clad, serving up a dish of mini raviolis, "You're back, time to eat." Holden, having never seen Isaac in such a domestic light, was momentarily taken aback.

"Brother, join us?" Brittany invited.

Holden wasn't hungry in the slightest.

"No, I'll head upstairs-"

Before he could finish, the roar of a car engine cut him off.

"Eltham's back?"

Brittany instinctively glanced at Isaac.

"Go on up."

Isaac hurried upstairs, just as the front door was pushed open.

Eltham stood at the threshold, holding a brooch, "Bri, you dropped your brooch."

Brittany reached for it, "Thanks."

Eltham's gaze lingered on the dinner table and the mini raviolis, his expression softening, "Get some rest early."

Once Eltham departed the Lynette estate and got into his car, he commanded, "Track down Isaac's whereabouts." "Understood."

...

Isaac watched the black car drive away, aware his cover was blown, yet he remained calm.

He went downstairs, joined Brittany

for cleaned up the kitchen

and

exiting, saw Holdene

standing in the living

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"Eltham might know you're here."

"I figured as much."

Isaac wasn't naive.

Holden expressed his concern, "Aren't you being too reckless?"

"Am I supposed to just watch Bri marry him?"

Isaac couldn't stand by and let that "Brother, you just focus on

the Lynette Empire. Leave

the rest to me."

As Isaac ascended the stairs, calm and collected, Holden felt uneasy, yet at a loss for words.

All night, Holden tossed and turned, unable to rest.

The next morning, a phone call jolted the Lynette household awake.

"Mr. Lynette, there's been a scandal!"

"The internet is ablaze with news of Caspian and Brittany's secret rendezvous and hotel records, along with doctor's testimonies. The whole world's talking about the baby Brittany's carrying-"

Holden was horrified, sleep eluding him, "Who's behind this?"

"No idea-"

Holden scrolled through the news, confronted with a barrage of condemnation.

He immediately sent the news link to Brittany, "What do we do now?"

Brittany was still asleep.

Isaac knocked on his door, "Why the panic? This was bound to come out sooner or later." "Did you do this?"

Holden was aghast, thinking Isaac had lost his mind by exposing himself?

Isaac shook his head, "No, but I know who did."