The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 892

“She’s my wife,” Isaac declared, his voice laced with a simmering anger.

“Carla, I’ve given you chances, but your incessant targeting of her has pushed me past my limit,” he continued, his glare hardening.

Carla opened her mouth to retort, but a stern glance from Isaac silenced her.

“Evander and Hazel,” Isaac turned to address Carla’s parents with a tone that brooked no argument. “If you intend to meddle in this legal matter, then be prepared for a thorough accounting.”

He let the threat hang in the air, the unspoken consequences of their past deeds, which could land them behind bars, clear in his icy stare.

Carla’s parents dared not utter another word. When Grace was alive, she had a say over Isaac. Now that she was gone, the Salters were under Isaac’s rule, and no one dared step out of line.

Isaac ushered Brittany into the hall, draping his coat over her shoulders. “You won’t kneel tonight. Just sit by my side and keep me company,” he said softly.

According to the customs of Imperial City, the night before a burial was for vigil-keeping by the family’s younger generations.

However, Brittany was frail and could hardly endure.

she whispered in

a picture of

the crackle of flames. The night stretched on, arduous and

swallowed by the sorrow of the wake, not closing

dawn broke, she joined the Salters in bidding Grace a final farewell.

the time all rites were concluded, it was one o’clock in

clan didn’t disperse; instead, they waited for the attorney to announce the will, a man of

attorney cleared his throat and began to

“her shares are to be divided equally, with fifty-one

had anticipated this. Carla had mentioned the will before, but they had never imagined

rise, but a single piercing look from Isaac sent him back into his seat, humiliated and

shares, bonds, mutual funds, real estate, automobiles, and

the estate was divided

to the

Manuel, he received

the room. “The will of

left out?” Manuel couldn’t hold back. With so much wealth,