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.

whispered in agreement.

a picture of stoic grief.

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

wake, not closing her eyes once

dawn broke, she joined the Salters in bidding Grace a

were concluded, it was one

the attorney to announce the will, a man of utmost trust

the family, the attorney cleared his throat and

he began, his voice devoid of emotion, “her shares are to be

will before, but they had never imagined Grace

to rise, but a single piercing look

divided her estate into shares, bonds, mutual funds,

shares, while the rest of the estate was divided among Isaac and Noel, Carla, and

cash. Compared to the others, what he received

for Manuel, he

will of Grace Salter has

back. With so much wealth, why