The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 1

Anttany Dustin opened her eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceting

She forced herself to sit up, and the memory of last night fosted in front of her. Growing up with her, her boyfriend of four years, Finn Boulton, chose to leave her to be with her half–sister, Patrina Dustal She wase joined forces with her bastard father to marry her to a aisly–seven year–old man in a fit of fury, she got drunk and casually found a handsome guy at the bar, promising that she would give him a hundred thousand dollars to pooperate with her in a fake mariage.

And the other party actually agreed! And she slept with this handsome guy who only met oncel

Memories of the whole night flooded back, and Brittany blushed beel red, covering her face as she glanced at the marriage agreement lying on the wooden bedside table.

Cursing inwardly, she decided alcohol is indeed the devil and she had been way too impulsivel

Sure, she didn’t want to marry the old man, but marrying a man she’d only met once was way too nsky!

No way!

She must divorce as soon as possible

Brittany realized her clothes had been changed and had no doubt about who’d done it.

Rubbing her temples, she got out of bed and opened the bedroom door.

A nearly six foot–tall man was standing by the window, tell and broad shouldered in his understated gray shirt, his wice deep and husky

“Granny you’re in the hospital again, aren’t you?”

Isaac Saher had just woken up when he received a call from his grandmother. She was repeating the old trick again, forcing him to marry by being

hospitalized.

He was a tile impatient, but accidentally hit the speakerphone button with his finger.

Zac, my biggest wish is to see you marned. You’re almost thirty, and if you don’t get married scor, I don’t see the point in living.

The old lady’s voice, trembling with tears reached Brittany and she instinctively stopped in her racks

So this guy was also being pushed into marriage by his family!

No wonder he agreed to a fake marriage last night!

Isane was he press

He thought. “Granny you’ve played this trick too many times. It doesnt work!”

my heart, my head, my whole body hurts everywhere… If you don’t bring a wife home soon, I can’t live another day. Can I have the chance to see you build

old lady

Isaac remared stent.

dress. She could hear that the old woman genuinely wished her

marriage, if she asked for a divorce now, the old lady may be greatly stimulated And besicles, she needed

put up with

the time Unttany was spacing out, Isaac had ended the call. As he

“Did you need something?”

of delicate skin, and Brittany could vaguely see the smooth chest muscles. Brittany suddenly realized something and blushed

the man’s face, her eyes darting “Um, are

put down if phone, buttoned up his shirt, walked over to the bed, and put on

had bden Gutmaneuvered last night, but since she had approached him, he might as well make the best

now, it was a bit impulsive. He didn’t even know the woman’s name, let alone her

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I just happened to hear Brittany

my grandmother, “lac tried

a drama queen, and this scene had been played out

I help you deal

Isaacgwalowed ‘Cooperate?

worry, Ill pay you a sum of money during this period, and then we’ll be

to him: “My name is Brittany Dustin, the lady of the Dustin family for now. There’s fifty thousand dollars here, consider it as

say a hundred thousand last night, but she couldn’t come up with

thousand to buy

found out that he got a shotgun marriage and then divorced in a flash, who knows how much

an important meeting and couldn’t waste any more

but this guy seemed too

very quaint house with a lot of

Is this your house?”

was large but desolate, probably abandoned for

buttoned his tie, exuding an air

your family besides you and your

though they were fake marned, she still needed to know the general

young and started a new family. We

“This house-”

I can’t sell it. I just lost my job, so

annoying. They were just fake marred, and it

showed up. What if she was someone the Salter family sent? Wouldn’t that be

perfunctory