LOGINHe threw her away like mere dust. But now sheâs back, powerful, and elegant, sheâs now the only woman he yearns for. Three years ago, Anyta was nothing more than the unwanted wife of cold, callous billionaire Everette Ashbourne. Forced into marriage by his grandma, hated for crimes she never committed, and betrayed by her step sister who has always been jealous of her. Anyta lost everything the day Everette divorced her and exiled her overseas. Exile, has now turned into destiny. Now, Anyta returns as the worldâs most sought-after actress. confident, breathtaking, and powerful in ways she had never imagined she could be. She doesnât also comes back alone, sheâs back with the ultimate secret (Everettâ heir) But Sheâs no longer the fragile wife begging for scraps of his love. Sheâs the woman every man desires⊠including the husband who once broke her. Everette wants her back. Everette needs her back. But Anyta has only one thing to say: âItâs too late, Mr. Billionaire.â
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ăăăâŠâŠć€±ăăăăȘăă ăèŒçăźéĄăèŠăăă«æȘăă ă ăæČéȘăäżșăŻâŠâŠăă怱ăăăăȘăă ăæăæČăżăæăźć ăć·źă蟌ăăŸă§ăèŒçăŻæŻăéŁăăă°ăăäœăéăăăŠăăăCLAYâS POVI took one quick look at Jodie, and it confirmed my fear. She handed me the thumb drive with trembling hand and I excused myself without another word. Anyta gave me a quick look of concern but she didnât stop me as I walked out. I was grateful for that small gesture, because I needed to do this alone. I slipped into her small study at the back of the house, closed the door and sat down at the desk. The laptop screen glowed in the dark room. My hands felt heavy as I plugged the drive in.The files loaded one after the other. At first it was what I expectedâbank records, emails, timestamps all tied Victor directly to the leaks and the press play. These were top solid stuffs, and I felt grateful to Jodie.I saw a black folder, sitting on its own. Curiosity got the best of me, and I tapped on it. The intials âM.Gâ stared back at me, as I did a double take.M.G. My mother. Maria Grayson. I huffed in disbelief as I contemplated if I wanted to know what was in the file.I finally
ANYTAâS POVClay stepped back into the hallway, after I switched off Teddyâs bulbs. âPhilip says Jodie has something she needs to deliver personally. She doesnât trust sending it any other way. Would you be comfortable with us using your dining room to work through this tonight?âI didnât hesitate at all. âYes. Whatever you need at all. Letâs do it.âClay nodded gratefully, already pulling out his phone. He made the calls quickly, first to his legal team, then Philip and Jodie. Within thirty minutes my quiet dining room turned into a war room. Their laptops were opened on the long table. The papers spread out, and I silently prayed that no coffee tipped off and spilled over them. I moved silently between them, refilling the cups and clearing space, turning my home into the center of a battle.I kept looking at Jodie, not fully trusting her, but not saying any of it to Clay. I quietly carried out my duties, moving between the kitchen and the dining. I didnât expect them to be that nois
CLAYâS POVI stood in the hallway, my phone pressed to my ear, the soft glow from Teddyâs nightlight spilling out behind me. Philipâs voice was clipped and urgent on the other end.âBoss, itâs bad. Victor went straight to the major network this time. Heâs sitting down for a full interview first thing in the morning, and heâs hell bent on dropping everything about Owen Grayson. Heâs got financial data from that accountant we thought we had locked down. Heâs claiming that youâve been running a decades-long fraudulent shadow operation through Grey. Itâs a scorched-earth play, but heâs painting you as the villain who inherited your daddyâs dirty empire and made it worse.âI pinched the bridge of my nose, leaning against the wall. âHow much time do we have left?ââUntil morning at least. Theyâre promoting it heavily. If we donât respond before it airs, the story lands and everything weâve built scatters. Heâs timed it perfectly.â He said with a huff.âPrepare the counter-narrative,â I said
CLAYâS POVWe went upstairs together without saying much. Teddyâs nightlight cast a soft blue glow across the room. The little boy was sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes, his hair sticking up in every direction. Anyta moved first, sitting on the edge of the mattress and pulling him gently into her arms.âHey, baby,â she whispered. âBad dream?âTeddy nodded against her shoulder. âThere was a monster at the gate.â He said, pointing at a spot in the wall.I stayed by the door for a second watching them both, then walked over and sat on the other side of the small bed. The frame creaked a little under my weight. Anyta tucked the blanket around Teddyâs legs while I adjusted the pillow behind him.âYouâre safe, little man,â I told him quietly. âNo monsters get past us. I promise.âTeddy looked at me with those big trusting eyes. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed my hand with both of his small warm fingers. He held on tight, before he sighed and closed his eyes. Within seconds
CLAY'S POVThe morning air was a cooling, almost minty sensation on my warm face as I jogged through the tracks.The dog was internal today, because the sky was bright and blue, with a slight peek of a golden ray through the fluffy-looking clouds.Anyta.She was always on my mind, even at the most
ANYTA'S POV The bass in the club was alive. Like a physical entity, thumping against my ribs and vibrating through the soles of my feet until I felt like I was constantly being pumped full of adrenaline and buzz.The club itself was a sea of gyrating bodies, expensive perfume, and the sharp, antis
ANYTA'S POVâ...I don't think you understand, Mr. Emilio,â I said, lowering my voice in an attempt to tamp down my premature victory cheer.âThis isn't just something I woke up last night and decided I wanted, it's quite special to me,â I sighed, refraining from going into details on just how speci
CLAY'S POVAnyta let out a small as I shoved her down to the bed gently and covered her with my body.âYou know I'm still offended you'd ever think I wasn't attracted to you.âShe slipped her arms around my neck and gasped softly as I dipped my head and grazed my teeth over one taut nipple.âWe alr












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