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Chapter 9

Author: 💦 Juicy Fantasies 🌶️
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-24 13:21:52

Everett

As 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
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  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 26

    AnytaThe house was quiet that morning. Teddy lay on the living room floor, playing with his toy car. I sat on the couch, watching him, my heart so full I was sure it would burst. Every little laugh he made, every sound, every little movement of his tiny hands—was a symphony to my ears.I still couldn't wrap my head around him being home. Safe. Breathing. Laughing again.There was a gentle knock on the door. I tensed for a moment, my chest pounding. I remembered Everett's visit, his fury, his threats. But this knock was slower this time, hesitant, as if from one who wasn't in a hurry.I rose up from where I was and made my way to the door. When I opened it, my breath stopped."Grandma Jo," I whispered.She was standing in the doorway, wrapped in her shawl, her soft eyes on my face. The morning light enhanced her small size, her frailness, but her voice was strong."Child," she breathed, "may I enter?""Certainly." I stepped aside quickly.She entered, and the moment her gaze fell upon

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    AnytaThe morning sunlight streamed through my window. Teddy was still asleep beside me, his little hand clenched in mine. I brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead softly. For a night, I had peace. For a night, I had my son safe.But the knock on the door shattered it.It wasn't soft. It wasn't welcoming. It was firm, hard, and demanding.I sat up fast, pushing Teddy beneath the blanket once again. My heart was racing in my chest. I could have sworn I knew who it was even before I opened the door.Everett. It had to be him.He was looming in the doorway, his jaw clenched, his eyes ice cold. He didn't even greet me. He just walked past me into the living room like he owned the place."Everett," I whispered, closing the door behind him.He turned around, his voice cold. "What have you done?"I blinked. "What are you talking about?""You know exactly what I am talking about," he shouted. "Siena. Leonard. Why are they in police custody? Why did you arrest them?"I folded my arms ac

  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 24

    AnytaThe evening was quiet when I exited the car. My hands were shaking, but I kept them hidden in the folds of my jacket. They had told me to come alone, and I had obeyed. I did not know what I would see inside, but I knew that one thing—my son was inside.I walked over the gravel, the sound of every step ringing in my ears. My heart pounded so violently I half expected Siena and Leonard to be able to hear it even before I even got to the door.Upon reaching the door, two guards were waiting. One of the guards silently opened the door, and I entered.The air was redolent with perfume and power. Siena sat on a velvet chair, cross-legged, like she ruled the world. Leonard was behind her, his hands clasped at the back, his eyes hard and cold.And there he was. My Teddy. My little boy was sitting on the couch, his hands in fists in his lap, his eyes big and scared.I ran towards him, but Leonard raised his hand. "Not so fast, Anyta," he said smoothly. "You know what you're here for. Fir

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    AnytaThe words stabilized me more than I'd ever have thought. Clay had never used the word 'swear' on me before like that. It was like armor.I wiped my face with the back of my hand. The shame stayed, awkward and vile. But remembering Teddy—my boy—mollified the shame. He was out there somewhere, maybe in the clenched fists of men who had never heard his laughter. I saw him curled up sleeping, the harsh point of his chin as mine. I breathed and felt a new small resolve."Promise me one thing," I said. "If anything—if there's a possibility they can harm him because of what I do… you stop me. You make me think about something else. Don't let me go so far I can't turn back."Clay's face relaxed. He sat down again and took my hands in his. His palms were calloused from working, but they were gentle now."I promise," he said. "I'll tell you the truth to your face, even when it's hard. And we'll get through this together. You won't do this alone."We sat together for an extended period of

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