The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

“Zakky, let's stay here. My studio is nearby, and there’s still some work to hand over.” Brittany hadn’t been back in ages and found herself missing every inch of this place.

Isaac’s gaze swept over the lamps, the couch, every inch of the living room, finally resting on Brittany.

He stepped forward, wrapping his arms gently around her waist. “These years must have been tough for you in Craneville, weren't they?”

Transitioning from being a patient to rehabilitation and then venturing into entrepreneurship, he marveled at how she navigated through it all.

His words seemed to touch a tender, hidden corner of Brittany’s heart, and she instinctively pursed her lips.

“It was hard.”

Following her recovery, she immersed herself in building her business.

Initially, she worked alone, adamantly rejecting even William’s assistance. She was determined to stand on her own.

For six months straight, she practically lived in her studio until securing her first major contract, enabling her to finally afford a place of her own.

Over time, her studio grew, and her finance flourished. After much thought, she bought a villa in Bay Community.

The day of the villa purchase marked the first instance she felt truly secure, as if the whole of Craneville were at her feet. The villa was decorated to her taste, costing a pretty penny, but she relished every expense.

Her five years of pain, she never shared with anyone, never spoke of the injustices or humiliations she faced.

But when faced with Isaac’s genuine concern, she found herself unable to hold back, sharing in a low voice all that she had endured those years.

Isaac listened with a mix of shock and self-reproach. If he had taken better care of Brittany, would she have had to suffer so much?

They spent the entire afternoon together, sharing the burdens of those five years. Exhausted, Brittany eventually fell asleep.

Isaac picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom.

The villa was unoccupied, the pantry bare.

Isaac called his people to bring the freshest ingredients.

In high spirits from their new marriage, Isaac decided to cook a lavish dinner himself.

When Brittany awoke, she was greeted by a feast and a dining room adorned with sunflowers-a sea of orange that was irresistible.

Isaac stood there, casually dressed in a light gray knit sweater, his edginess replaced by a comfortable ease. Walking over to Brittany, he kissed her forehead sincerely. “Let’s eat.”

Overwhelmed by his efforts, Brittany pecked him on the chin. “Okay.”

After dinner, the couple retired early, worn out from their travels.

After two days of rest at the villa, Brittany, feeling rejuvenated, took Isaac to her studio, Bri-jeweled Studio.

It was a sizable business, with her partner having managed its affairs while she was in Imperial City

However, now that she was back in Craneville, Brittany planned to divest her shares.

Intent on settling in Imperial City with a busy public life, juggling Craneville would be a significant challenge.

Upon arriving at the studio, her partner, a notoriously prickly yet famously talented local designer, paused in surprise before rising to greet her. Visit noveldrama.org to read the latest

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After exchanging pleasantries, her partner glanced at Isaac with a hint of curiosity.

“This is my husband,” Brittany introduced with pride, her ring finger sparkling. “We’re here in Craneville on vacation.” The partner quickly congratulated, “Happy marriage! How come | didn’t get an invite?”

“We just registered. The wedding is still in the planning stages.”

Brittany and her partner had a close relationship, and their conversation didn’t exclude Isaac.

When the partner learned about Brittany’s intent to sell her shares, he expressed surprise. “Bri, are you sure?”

This was no small matter.

“I've thought it through. I'll be in Imperial City for the foreseeable future. | can’t manage Craneville. Please understand my decision.” Visit noveldrama.org to read the latest

Knowing Brittany's resolve, the partner mused for a moment. “Alright, l’ll buy your shares at market value, minus the original stake. |'ll make sure you get your dividends on time every year.” Visit noveldrama.org to read the latest