ëĄęˇ¸ě¸Anyta's POV
âYouâre pregnant, Mrs. Ashbourne.â I stared at the doctor, convinced Iâd not heard right. âWhat?â He adjusted his glasses. This man was way too calm for what he had just dropped on me. âYouâre pregnant.â âNo!â I blurted and sat upright on the hospital bed. âThatâs⌠no. You could be wrong, right? There could be a mistake?â âThereâs always a chance,â he replied evenly. âThatâs why weâll need the official test report. But based on what weâve run so far, yes, you are expecting.â I pressed my palms against the armrest of the chair. I was pregnant with Everettâs baby. The same Everett who wanted me gone, who couldnât 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. âI donât⌠I donât want this. I mean... I canât want this.â The doctor gave me a sympathetic look. âYouâll need to collect your report at the reception desk, Mrs Ashbourne." I forced myself to my feet. âFine.â My voice was croaky, so I cleared my throat and tried again. âOkay, fine. Yeah.â I made my shaky way out of the ward and into the foyer of the hospital, walking over to the front desk. When the nurse handed me the folder, I flipped it open with shaking hands. Positive. My chest collapsed inward. There it was in black and white. This was no error, I was truly pregnant. I slumped against the wall, whispering to myself, âEverett doesnât even like meâŚ" I pressed the folder to my chest. Abortion wasnât an option, not for me, at least. Still, I was just eighteen. I was barely an adult. How was I supposed to raise a baby when I couldnât even save my own marriage? Only one person could give me answers, and he was in this same hospital. I headed straight to the front desk and asked. âSiena Rushmore is in which room?â The nurse silently pointed me down the hall and I gave her a simple nod. Then I followed her directions, clutching the report to my chest. When I reached Sienaâs door, two bulky men in black suits were standing at the entrance. âI need to see Everett.â I told them. "I know he's in there." âNo entry." one of them replied. "Miss Siena is...." âI donât care about Siena!â I snapped. âI just need to talk to him. Two minutes, please.â They didnât budge. âIâm his wife!â I roared so loudly that some nurses gave me the stink eye as they walked past. âI have something important to tell him. I wonât disturb her. Just tell him Iâm here.â One of them finally nodded and disappeared inside. I wrung my hands, frantically pacing in front of the door. âPlease come out. Just this once, listen to meâŚâ Minutes dragged on like hours. But finally the door opened, and the same bodyguard stepped out. âMr. Ashbourne said he wonât come out. He doesnât want to see you.â âWhat?â He looked away, as if he couldnât even meet my eyes. âIt might upset Miss Siena, and he said he doesnât want to talk to you either.â I shook my head. âSo he wonât⌠he wonât even hear me out?â The guard stayed silent. That was enough of an answer. I stumbled back a step, holding the folder even tighter. Everett was inside with Siena, while I stood outside with a baby he didnât even know about. And he maybe never would. By the time I stumbled back to the foyer, my head was pounding. I shouldâve just gone home. But if I left now, Iâd never get another chance to tell Everett about the baby. Tomorrow I was supposed to leave the country. After that heâd never know. So I sat in the hospital lobby, clutching my report and staring at the automatic doors. Rain streaked the glass. Every time the doors opened, a gust of cold air entered, making me shiver. I hugged myself tighter, fighting the urge to cry again. Then finally Everett stepped out of the elevator with his bodyguards surrounding him. I scrambled to my feet immediately. âEverett!â I yelled as I hurried toward him. He didn't even glance my way. âKeep her back!â he ordered his guards. The guards moved in front of me, blocking my path. But I pushed forward anyway. âPlease, just listen....â âDonât talk!â he snapped at me. âItâs important!â But Everett was past caring. He walked past me and stepped into the rain. I watched in desolation as one of the guards opened an umbrella above his head, and he hurried towards his car. I broke into a run, stepping outside in the rain and tripping over my own shoes as I chased him. âEverett, wait!â The pavement outside was wet and the second I stepped on it, I slipped and fell. My knees slammed into the mud, cold water soaking my tights. My palms stung as I scrambled up and rain had plastered my hair to my face. âEverett!â I wailed, but he was already in the back seat of his car. âDrive.â That was all I heard before the black Audi roared to life, taillights blurring in the downpour until they were gone. I stayed there, soaked and shaking until someone from the hospital rushed over to help me up. I waved them away and staggered home alone. ******* When I collapsed into my room, It was already night and I was too drained to cry. Tomorrow I was supposed to leave, but every part of me told me that I couldnât. I sank onto the bed, staring at the half-packed suitcases lined up by the wall. My hand drifted to my stomach. How was I supposed to raise a baby in a foreign country, broke and alone? I dragged my phone closer and scrolled through my contacts. Nothing. Not one name I could reach out to. F******k? I*******m? I scrolled again and again but who would help me? Every person in my circle was either tied to Everett or Siena, or a celebrity who only knew me as Everettâs arranged wife. Grandma Jo was the only one who could help me, and yet even her thought I'd pushed my sister down the stairs. I dropped the phone onto the mattress and pressed my hands to my face. Iâd always prided myself on being strong, on not begging anyone. But this time, I didnât know how much longer I could hold on. Soon, I felt dizzy. I set the alarm on my phone and curled up on the bed, telling myself Iâd just close my eyes for a little while. The next thing I knew, someone was pounding on the door. I jerked upright in fright. Sunlight streamed through the curtains. It was morning already? The knocking came again and I dragged myself to the door, yanking it open... only to freeze. Everett stood there with a raincoat thrown over his broad shoulders. And the manic look in his green eyes horrified me as he growled in my face. âGET OUT NOW!"ANYTAâS POVI didnât even wait to explain it to Clay. The second Aliceâs voice cracked on the phone, I grabbed my keys and ran for the car. My hands shook so badly I almost dropped them twice as I managed to start the engine.âAnyta, waitââ Clay called behind me, already on his own phone.I didnât wait. I drove home like the devil was chasing me, my heart hammering so loud it drowned out everything else. The three minutes it took to get there were the worst of my life. Every slow car in front of me made me want to scream. I didnât believe the woman who was panicking. I didnât believe that I would be this wild, screaming at every patrol officer.I slammed the car door immediately and ran through the front door. Alice stood in the hallway, white-faced and shaking, her eyes rimmed red.âMiss Anyta, Iâm so sorry,â she said, her voice breaking. âHe was playing right there in the garden. I stepped inside for just few seconds to get his juice. When I came back he was gone. The gateâââWhere
ANYTAâS POVClay walked into my living room and shut the door. I was already sitting on the couch waiting. He didnât waste time.After our meeting with Jodie, there was nothing else I couldnât imagine. I left Clay with her to finish up, because the manager at the Art studio called in for a quick meetup.âThereâs a mole on your legal team,â he begun. âA Junior attorney named Rachel Kemp. Marcus recruited her eight months ago.âI didnât say anything at first, because there was nothing to say. I just sat there staring at him while the words sank in. Everything I had told them about the will, about Teddy, about Everett, about my fears. Everything had gone straight to Marcus.After a long silence, I finally spoke. My voice came out calm, shocking even me. âSo what strategy will work at this point? Iâm tired of it all.âClay sat on the coffee table right in front of me. âWe flip her. We use Rachel to feed Marcus exactly what we want him to hear. We will let him think weâre falling apart. He
CLAYâS POVThe warehouse on the edge of the industrial park smelled like dust and old oil. I picked it because it was off the grid, and my people had swept it twice before we arrived. Jodie showed up exactly on time, her black coat pulled tight, her kholed eyes scanning every shadow. I watched her from the moment she stepped through the side door. Anyta had insisted on coming, her arms crossedunder her chest stubbornly. I knew she didnât fully trust Jodie yet. She was here to read her, and watch for the lie in her eyes. According to her, she reads through people. Part of me hated that she had to be in this room at all. The other part was glad she was.âYou brought company,â Jodie said flatly, as she sat at the metal table.âAnyta stays,â I replied equally firm. I studied Jodieâs face closely, and the tired lines around her eyes, were so obvious. She looked like someone who hadnât slept in days. âYou said you have records. Show us.âJodie opened the bag she carried and slid a thick env
ANYTAâS POVThe morning light crept through the kitchen blinds. Clay sat across from me at the table, the coffee I made for him untouched and lukewarm. His cheek still had the bandage Iâd put on last night, and the bags under his eyes told me he hadnât slept much either. Teddy was still asleep down the hall, and my head hurts from the amount of information I heard between yesterday and today.I set my mug down. âWe need to call Jodie.âClayâs head snapped up immediately. âNo.ââIâm serious, Clay. She warned you, that means sheâs connected to all of this somehow. It all makes sense that Victor Crane is her father, so, if anyone should have real information, itâs her.âHe leaned forward, his voice low and tense. âAnyta, listen to me. Jodie is neck-deep in this world. Reaching out to her is dangerous. She could even be playing both sides. One wrong word and we tip off Victor or Marcus that weâre onto them.ââI know and understand the risks involved,â I said, holding his gaze steadily. âB
CLAYâS POVAnyta sat across from me in her kitchen, the bandage on my cheek pulling tight every time I moved my jaw. The clock on the wall showed past two-thirty. Dried blood still marked my shirt collar, dark and ugly. She had just finished cleaning the cut, her hands steady even though I knew she was shaken. Then she looked me straight in the eyes.âTell me everything. All of it. Right now.âI swallowed, gulping down my saliva. My throat horse and heavy.âIt starts with my father,â I said. âI already told you how I took over when he died. My father ran the company with all levels of corruption you can ever imagine. It took me a long time before I was able to erase everything.âAnyta kept looking at me, her eyes urging me to continue.âI couldâve easily walked away,â I continued. âBut I felt an overwhelming obligation to keep it sane. I made heavy donations of the money to the orphanage, because I couldnât keep it. I cut ties with everyone who helped my father do dirty deeds, and shu
ANYTAâS POVThe camera feed lit up on my phone before he even reached the porch. Iâd been staring at the ceiling for the last hour anyway, waiting for a call that never came back after the line cut out.I was at the door before he could knock.I saw the blood on his collar first. Dried blood caked at the edge. There was a thin line across his cheek, but no blood was flowing from it. I struggled to maintain my composure.âSit,â I said, pointing at a kitchen chair.âAnytaâââSit down, Clay.â I said, almost screaming.He sat.I grabbed the first aid kit from under the sinkâthe one I kept stocked for Teddyâs scraped knees, and pulled a chair up in front of him. He watched me quietly the whole time.âThis is going to sting,â I said, pressing a clean cloth to the cut on his cheek.He didnât flinch. âIâve had worse.ââThatâs not comforting.â I said with a deep frown.I cleaned the cut slowly, checkinf the depth closely, and happy it wonât be needing stitches. My hands were steadier than I ex
EVERETTâS POVâMr. AshbourneâŚMr Ashbourne?âI looked up slowly, irritation already coiling tight in my chest. Twelve faces stared back at me, varying degrees of discomfort and expectation etched into them.The quarterly projections glowed on the screen behind them, numbers Iâd reviewed a hundred ti
ANYTAâS POVâOkay, be honestâŚâI felt a small smile tug at my lips as I stared up at Laura. Then nodded, âsure.ââDo you really think we could be close friends, maybe even bestfriends in the future?âI stirred my coffee and took a tiny sip. âWhy? I thought we'd be something more,â I winked over the
CLAYâS POVShe'd called me first.In a moment of desperation and fear, I was the first one on her mind.I have no idea why that thought excited me so much. Gave me a strong sense of purpose I'd never felt better. And made me want to do more for her, to protect her from everything thing that could p
CLAY'S POVEven after my interruption, the officers proceeded to give Anyta safety advice. Droning on and on about new locks, alarms, lights.And even bored as I was, I stood beside her, holding her as we both listened.Then finally, they gave her assurances that theyâd follow up if they found anyt







