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Chapter 8

Author: 💩 Juicy Fantasies đŸŒ¶ïž
last update publish date: 2025-09-23 20:57:25

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I tried my best to ignore Anyta
 to remind myself that she was now in my past, but each time I tried, I only found myself obsessing over her even more.

I wasn't usually this crazy about her. Maybe it was about her new profile as a star and a public figure, or maybe it was the fact that she was now bolder and fiercer compared to the last time I saw her
 three years ago.

I lifted my head to steal another glance at her, and as if fate had planned it, she did the same. Our eyes locked, and
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  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 167

    CLAY’S POVThe text sat on Anyta’s phone between us in the back of the SUV. I saw the Venice address and the four words: “He’s waiting for you.”Anyta stared up at me, before glancing at her phone and putting it all away.“He’s trying to get in my head,” she said. “But at least now we know he’s there.”I kept hold of her hand. “We don’t rush anything. Well enjoy our stay if we can, and we move smart.”“Agreed.” She said, smiling up at me.The drive to the airstrip was quiet. We boarded the jet, and once we were in the air most of the team crashed. I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about that message. Anyta sat next to me, working on her laptop for a while, then closed it and leaned back.“You okay?” I asked.“Yeah. I’m just thinking about how weird all these feels. I’m realizing that I’m going back there after all this time.”We landed in Rome first, and Anyta took charge effortlessly. She spoke to the customs guy in smooth Italian, getting us through faster than the rest of the line

  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 166

    ANYTA’S POV“I know exactly where he’ll be,” I said.The words left my lips with a calm I hadn’t expected. The side room fell into a thoughtful hush as the team absorbed them. Clay’s hand remained firm around mine, his thumb tracing slow, grounding circles against my skin. Marcus Webb had already been escorted out.I stood, heightening up. “Victor won’t stay in Rome long because it’s too exposed. He’ll head north to Venice. It’s very likely that that’s where someone like him will go to disappear while still feeling in control.”Philip nodded once, already moving. “We’ll adjust the flight plan and coordinates. The wheels will be up in three hours.”The meeting broke quickly after that. I slipped upstairs to my bedroom for privacy. Packing had always been a ritual for me. At eighteen, I had done it in tears, shoving clothes into a suitcase hurriedly. This time, it was different. My hands moved with quiet efficiency choosing my clothes carefully.The suitcase lay open on my bed, as I fol

  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 165

    ANYTA’S POVThe side room felt smaller than it should have, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension. Marcus Webb sat slumped in a metal chair, his words still hanging between us like smoke. Eldridge Manor. My family’s crumbling estate upstate—the place where my grandma once hosted lavish parties and made deals that ruined lives. The thought of Victor Crane hiding there, laughing and hiding out there made my skin crawl and my stomach twist.But something didn’t feel right.Clay pressed a hand to the small of my back, steady as always. “You okay?” he asked quietly while Philip stepped out to verify the details with our contacts.I nodded, but my mind was already spinning. Eldridge had been shuttered for months. The security was minimal and mostly automated. It felt too obvious for Victor and too theatrical.Marcus Webb left, with Clay giving provisions for a private flight for him.Philip returned after a while, his face grim, which I knew instinctively was bad news. He

  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 164

    CLAY’S POVThe silence after Philip’s speakerphone announcement lasted maybe three seconds before the war room exploded into controlled chaos.“Son of a bitch,” I muttered, my arm still locked around Anyta’s waist. I held on like it was the only steady thing left in my life.Victor was in the wind because he was tipped off two hours ahead of a federal warrant. The bastard had probably been watching us watch him.Philip was already barking orders to the agents. “Kill the decoy feeds. I want every private airstrip within three hundred miles pinged.”I forced myself back into operational mode, the shift automatic after years of training. But this time I didn’t let go of Anyta’s hand. She stayed right beside me at the main table, her shoulder brushing mine. Her presence was a quiet anchor while the rest of the room moved at double speed.“FBI’s taking point on the manhunt,” Philip told me, his phone still pressed to his ear. “They want everything we have, which includes you, Clay. Owen Gr

  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 163

    Anyta’s POVClay’s hand stayed gentle on my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin like I was something fragile and precious. His eyes searched mine, asking without words. I answered by leaning in the rest of the way.Our lips met slowly, his mouth warm and soft. He tasted like coffee and something unique.I let my eyes fall closed and kissed him back with the same unhurried care. One of my hands found the front of his shirt, my fingers curling into the fabric as if to anchor myself. His free arm slid around my waist, pulling me closer and pressing himself against me. We moved together, slowly, like we had all the time in the world. I spent every second devastating in his sweetness. When his lips parted slightly and I responded, a quiet sigh escaped him.We pulled back only when because we had to come up for air. I pressed my forehead to his, our noses brushing. Our breaths mingled in the small space between us, ragged but synchronized. The grey dawn light had brightened just enough to cat

  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 162

    Anyta POVThe study door clicked shut behind me softly. Clay sat hunched at the desk, the laptop’s cold glow carving sharp shadows across his face. His shoulders were rigid, one hand still gripping the edge of the printed photograph like it might vanish if he let go. I crossed the small room and eased myself onto the desk beside him, our shoulders brushing. Close enough to feel the faint tremor running through him.Outside the study, the team’s low voices filtered through the wall. The grey pre-dawn light was just beginning to seep through the narrow window, turning everything into muted silhouettes. I’ve learnt to give him space when he’s like this.Minutes stretched into what felt like an hour. Clay’s breathing was the only sound I focused on, deep as if he were fighting a war inside his chest. I kept my eyes on the photograph in his hands. A younger woman with warm brown eyes and a smile that reached straight into you, holding a chubby toddler version of Clay like he was her entire

  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 84

    CLAY'S POVAt least she'd put his trashy gifts where they belonged. In the trash.Anyta sat on the stool behind the kitchen island, her bare feet hooked around the legs like she was anchoring herself there.I stood on the other side after I forced myself to keep my back turned to her, as I slowly p

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  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 86

    ANYTA'S POVI didn’t cryI didn’t feel like I deserved to. I was the one who ruined this anyways.Instead of facing the truth, I'd chickened out like a coward and lashed out because it was easier to deny everything than face the undeniable weight of attraction I felt towards my best friend.That ki

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  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 87

    EVERETT'S POV“Seriously, if I knew dinner would be a group project, I'd have just gone to bed.”“Oh please,” Leo snarled. “You could just move out of the mansion if it's too much trouble to eat with your family now.”“Well good thing I don't consider you family,” I retorted coldly.“Well the paper

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  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 82

    EVERETT’S POV“Sir, there's a lady here to see you?”“What's her name?”“Lia,” my secretary replied.“Ah, perfect timing! Send her in, thank you.”When Lia walked into my office, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, I was instantly struck by an unexpected and irritating clarity.She

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