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

coffin, a picture

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

the wake, not closing

she joined the Salters in bidding Grace a

were concluded, it

disperse; instead, they waited for the attorney to announce the will, a man

family, the attorney cleared his throat and began

the last will and testament of Grace,” he began, his voice devoid of emotion, “her shares are to be divided equally,

will before, but they had never imagined Grace would

a single piercing look from Isaac

into shares, bonds,

of the estate was divided among Isaac and Noel, Carla,

a significant sum of cash. Compared to the others, what he received was negligible-a final act

he

of Grace Salter has been declared. Are

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