The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 879

As Soren peered at the documents spread before him, his face drained of color, and the fire in his lungs for a good curse seemed to fizzle out.

“Don’t worry, we’re family here,” Isaac said, his voice smooth as whiskey but with an edge sharp as a knife blade. “You can sell your shares to me or keep them. Either way, I won’t shortchange you when it comes to the annual dividends.”

It was a velvet glove cloaking an iron fist as Isaac suggested, “Soren, you’re getting on in years. It’s time you stepped back, spent your days playing with the grandchildren and enjoying your golden years.”

Dazed, Soren drifted away from the confrontation.

Isaac, methodical as a chess master, neutralized the peripheral family members and placed his own pawns in power.

Marcel, upon learning his months of hard graft had evaporated into thin air, was so furious it was a miracle he didn’t have a stroke on the spot.

And to add insult to injury, Leda had been whisked away by the cops, her fate unknown.

Manuel, seething at being cuckolded by Leda, refused to lift a finger to help.

Marcel’s influence waned, his voice barely a whisper in family matters.

When Zella sought out the Andersons, echoing Marcel’s plea, they flatly refused to get involved. They even advised her to divorce Marcel.

Divorce? Zella wouldn’t hear of it. She had a blazing row with the Andersons and cut all ties with them.

Manor, his mind spinning, yet failing to secure Leda’s

fruits and some health

expectation. “Are you here to plead for Leda’s case?” she asked, her voice light as a feather

struck mute.

knew Leda was implicated in the situation, and

down her peace offerings, Zella had a sudden change of heart. “I just

the facade. “Regardless, won’t be the one to free Leda.”

mistake and faced with Brittany’s frailty, Zella found herself at a loss for words.

all afternoon until sleep claimed her once again. Then, Zella

the ward,

custody, the Andersons unhelpful, and Marcel powerless, Zella found herself wandering the streets aimlessly, eventually stumbling into a secluded alley. Lost within it’s labyrinth, she circled until the realization of being lost dawned on her. As dusk turned to twilight, she phoned Marcel, admitting she

call ended abruptly with a sharp

own, she found herself growing increasingly lightheaded with each step, until ultimately,

misty glow, enveloping the alley

feared the dark.

sent tremors

the faint echo of footsteps stirred the silence.

fists clenched.