Too Late, Mr. Billionaire

Anyta's POVIf there was a prize for "Most Ridiculous Timing," my sister Siena would be polishing the trophy right now.One minute she was smiling and clutching her ridiculous designer clutch, and the next minute she was tumbling down the grand staircase in the middle of Everett’s family party.I stopped halfway up the stairs, watching her tumble in pure panic. Gasps and whispers erupted through the crowd like wildfire."Oh my God, she pushed her!" someone hissed from the bottom."I saw it! Anyta’s hand was right there!" another voice piped up."What kind of monster shoves her pregnant sister?"My stomach lurched in fright. "No! Not me. I didn’t do anything! I didn't push her!" Siena groaned on the marble floor, one manicured hand cradling her stomach. "My baby…" she whimpered.An older man near the buffet waved his arms. "Call an ambulance!"I shook my head vigorously. "I swear, I didn’t do anything!""She’s lying!" A woman near the bar yelled loud enough for everyone to hear."What

Anyta's POV“You’re pregnant, Mrs. Ashbourne.”I stared at the doctor, convinced I’d not heard right. “What?”He adjusted his glasses. This man was way too calm for what he had just dropped on me. “You’re pregnant.”“No!” I blurted and sat upright on the hospital bed. “That’s… no. You could be wrong, right? There could be a mistake?”“There’s always a chance,” he replied evenly. “That’s why we’ll need the official test report. But based on what we’ve run so far, yes, you are expecting.”I pressed my palms against the armrest of the chair. I was pregnant with Everett’s baby. The same Everett who wanted me gone, who couldn’t even stand to look at my face. A divorce and a surprise pregnancy, all within twenty four hours of each other? My head felt as though it would implode.The tears began to well up again. “I don’t… I don’t want this. I mean... I can’t want this.”The doctor gave me a sympathetic look. “You’ll need to collect your report at the reception desk, Mrs Ashbourne."I forced

Anyta's POV(Three Years Later....)So many years since I last set foot in this airport.I tugged my suitcase past security and stepped out of the airport building. The woman in the glass doors didn’t look like the naïve girl who had left with nothing but heartbreak and a secret pregnancy. She looked different now. She was now a successful actress who had built a life for herself in Italy.I had no heavy makeup, just a touch of color on my lips. My hair fell loose around my shoulders. I was calm, collected and graceful. At least, that’s what I told myself.Little three-year old Theodore, the product of my marriage to Everett, was still at home in Italy. I had chosen not to bring him, because I wanted to keep him safe from the drama I knew I would encounter the moment I stepped foot again in the United States.As I waited for my ride, I heard the whispers before I saw the faces.“Did you see that lady?” someone murmured behind me.“I’ve never seen such a charming woman.”“She must be a

Anyta As I stepped into the grand dining hall, I was struck by the warm glow of the chandeliers. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and the rich aroma of wine, all highlighted by the gentle hum of conversation. The long tables were neatly set, with crisp white linen, sparkling crystal, and silverware that shone like it had just been polished. It was exactly as I remembered it. And yet, walking through those doors again felt like stepping into a battlefield. Every head turned when I entered. Some faces lit with curiosity, others with recognition. Whispers followed me like shadows, brushing against my skin until I almost laughed. They hadn’t changed. The Ashbournes still thrived on gossip and drama, and tonight, I was their entertainment. I walked with steady steps, heels clicking against the marble floor, my black dress hugging my figure tight. I carried myself the way I had taught myself over the years—like a woman who belonged, even if the world swore she didn’t. A

EverettAs I turned, my eyes landed on Siena, and a jolt of shock ran through me. She was the least person I was expecting to see at this point.The moment her gaze met mine, I steadied myself… at least I tried to, so she wouldn't suspect anything just happened.I flashed a warm smile at her, but I was rather surprised when she returned it with an usual cruel smirk.“Why did you leave the dining hall all of a sudden?” She quizzed, looking around as if to uncover a deep secret.I froze, stunned and unable to grasp how she ended up here. She was supposed to be seated with her vegetable husband, Leonard… not here, poke nosing in my affair.Despite the endless questions in my head, I still tried to act normal. I didn't want her to find out anything was going on between Anyta and I. I couldn't afford to.“What's with the attitude, darling? You sound upset.” My hands reached for hers, but she quickly shoved them off, fuming with rage.“Oh enough of the pretense, you scumbag!” She cut in, he