The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Hestia had been around the block a few times with her fair share of romances, including a notable one with Eltham.

Nathan, officially an assistant to Isaac, enjoyed a compensation package that rivaled the executives at Majestic Ventures, pulling in a seven-figure salary, which ballooned to eight with stock dividends. Moreover, Nathan came from a well-to-do family, his every move exuding an effortless elegance.

Hestia was on edge, worried about her daughter Lily's health and feeling out of place.

Nathan, reading her like an open book, handed her a bottle of water, saying, "Don't worry, Lily will bounce back."

Taking a sip, Hestia ventured, "Nathan, you've never mentioned who your boss is."

"Isaac Salter."

Hestia nearly choked on her water. "A Salter?!"

Isaac, wasn't he the ex of Eltham's fiancée?

So, this was their game, roping her in to throw Eltham off balance?

"Eltham and I are history. It's been years. If you're planning to use me to get to him, I'm afraid you're wasting your time="

"Ms. Bennett, did you know you and Ms. Lynette share a striking resemblance?" Nathan wasn't deterred. "Maybe, Eltham has been pining for you all these years."

The idea left Hestia with a strange expression, followed by a dismissive chuckle. "Impossible."All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

After all, it was Eltham who had her ousted from Craneville.

Why would he pine for her?

Nathan didn't press further, knowing Hestia's mind was with Lily, and dropped the subject.

Upon reaching the hospital, they found Lily's fever had subsided.

She was in a VIP room, with security at the door who greeted them.

Seeing her daughter's improved condition, Hestia's eyes welled up with relief. "Finally, the fever broke."

Nathan watched her, feeling an unexpected tenderness.

In a way, Hestia was a survivor, enduring domestic abuse and struggling to raise a daughter alone... Maybe, when this was all over, he could secure a future for Hestia and Lily, ensuring their well-being. Such thoughts made Nathan question his own soft-heartedness.

He quietly closed the door, leaving mother and daughter to their reunion.

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The first week in confinement, Brittany had begun to eat normally but remained cold towards Eltham. Eltham, undeterred, visited daily, sharing meals and showing a concern that belied his earlier harshness. Brittany found his change unbearable, a slow torment. "Eltham, what are you playing at?"

Was this his way of extending an olive branch only to snatch it back?

"I'm simply looking out for you."

He served her a bowl of chicken

soup with practiced ease, pushing it towards her. "There's a press

conference soon. I want yourvel?

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His gaze lingered on her thinned face. "You've lost weight. Eat up, get some strength back."

"And the surgery you mentioned?"

Brittany scoffed. "What, am I supposed to go straight from the

operating table to playing your

perfect partner?"

She thought Eltham had lost his mind. Their current state was hardly presentable for the press.

Eltham's lips thinned. "Cooperate, and I might postpone the surgery."

Brittany knew she had no room to refuse, taking a sip of the soup. "When is it?"

"Three days."

Eltham was pleased with her compliance, revisiting an old topic. "Have you thought more about the child situation?" Brittany's mind immediately went to his previous mention of surrogacy!

"Out of the question."

She shook her head. "Eltham, we are fundamentally different. That's a boundary for me. I won't accept that kind of deal." Observing her resolve, Eltham finally conceded, "Then we'll remain childless."

"I'm indifferent anyway."

He was ambivalent about children, merely wanting a tie to Brittany to bind her to him.

Brittany thought he was insane.

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