The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 862

‘Jole. I’ve cut you some slack before, out of respect for the times you’ve helped me and Grandma.” Isaac said, his patience finally wearing thin. “But you shouldn’t keep pushing your luck.”

Joie felt a chill run down her spine under his intense gaze, her whole body trembling “Bro Isaac, it’s not what you think–I didn’t mean to

She scrambled for a plausible excuse, but nothing convincing came to mind.

Isaac stood up. His hand lifted in a silent command.

The bodyguards entered.

One of them held a knife that glinted ominously in the dim light.

Joie’s legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled backward. “Bro Isaac, what are you doing?”

“Her face-I don’t ever want to see it again.”

At isaac’s command, the bodyguards closed in.

Joie screamed, tears streaming down her face. “Bro Isaac, I’m really sorry, I know I was wrong. It hurts! Don’t touch me! Bro Isaac!” Her cries echoed throughout the room.

with the smell of blood. Joie lay on the floor,

“Get a doctor.”

deep, certain to leave scars. Upon discovering this, Joie smashed things in a fit of rage, nearly passing

against her. Those incidents alone had led Isaac to mar her face. The thought of Isaac ever finding out

time, Joie felt regret. If she had known Isaac could go to

Brittany arrived in Bright Town.

care of business with Charles, they hit

had a liberal upbringing in Craneville. He never turned down an opportunity, regardless of gender, if someone caught his

a fruit wine for Brittany and fended off would-be suitors, resting his chin

She surely wasn’t

sipped her drink. “I

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

She wasn’t lovesick; she just didn’t

the mood, Charles headed to the dance floor. Dressed to impress, with a couple of buttons undone, he turned

disliked the atmosphere and slipped out quietly, looking for a quiet spot. As she walked past a partially open

you hear Joie was

“Isaac’s doing.”