The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Holden chuckled, "So, when's the big day? You two tying the knot anytime soon?"Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

With two kids already, it seemed overdue in his eyes.

Isaac, with his arm around Brittany, replied, "We're on it."

Brittany blinked in surprise. How come she was the last to know?

Holden nodded, "Make sure I get an invite."

"Of course."

The christening party was a blast, stirring up quite the buzz in Imperial City.

Years had passed, yet William remained a bachelor. However, the gentleness once prominent in his demeanor had now been edged with a sharper, more defined aura - a transformation wrought by years in the cutthroat business world.

William Dillion and Hannah arrived together.

Many brought gold bracelets as gifts, but William, ever the innovator, gifted a membership card to a premium baby products brand, saying, "Congratulations."

Brittany, having forgotten her past interactions with William, recognized him only as a senior colleague, "Thank you."

Aware of her amnesia, William exchanged a few pleasantries before making an early exit.

On the drive home, noticing William's gloom, the driver attempted to offer some comfort, "Sir, don't be too hard on yourself. Ms. Lynette is doing well, and it's time you moved on." William's unrequited affection for Brittany was an open secret within the Tanner family. His abstinence from romantic engagements was attributed to his feelings for her.

"I know," he sighed.

For William, Brittany was the one that got away. A flame ignited in college and still burning, even now as she mothered two children.

He pressed a hand to his forehead, "Don't take me back to the Tanner estate. I'd rather go to my apartment."

His estrangement from his parents was a chasm that widened with time, despite their attempts at reconciliation. Not all bridges could be rebuilt.

The moonlight seeped through the window, wrapping around William as he closed his eyes, Brittany's voice echoing in his mind, as fresh as their first meeting, "Hi, I'm Brittany"

He hadn't touched a drop of alcohol that night, yet found himself intoxicated by the memories of that summer when he was twenty-a drunkenness that lasted years, from which he had no desire to sober up.

BUMS

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After the guests had left, an exhausted Brittany turned to Isaac, "William asked about our wedding, are you really planning it?"

Isaac nodded affirmatively.

Curiosity piqued, Brittany inquired, "How far along are we talking?"

"Venue and theme are all set," Isaac brushed her hair gently, "Just missing the bride now."

Brittany nestled closer, pressing her lips to his, "I can't wait."

The wedding was set for the following spring, giving Brittany a year to prepare.

She took up yoga, her figure

becoming more graceful and supple, much to Isaac's delight-and frustration, given their limited alone time due to the presence of their children.

Their nights, few and far between, were cherished.

Brittany's daytime yoga sessions led to Isaac's nightly 'evaluations' of her progress, and he was more than satisfied with the results.

The wedding venue was an island, a property Isaac had acquired years ago and developed into a luxurious resort under the Salter family banner, catering to the elite. The island's breathtaking beauty attracted countless visitors annually.

With friends and family in abundance, Isaac chartered planes to transport all the guests to the island.

Daniel and Abby sat together, the anticipation of the celebration palpable.