Semua Bab Secret Billionaire CEO Daughter-in-Law: Bab 11 - Bab 20

*Anna*I’m sitting in my room, staring out the window, trying to figure out what to say to my husband when he gets home in a couple of hours when there’s a knock on the door.I know from the soft, nonintrusive noise exactly who it is. Anyone else in this family would basically knock the door down, and the maids usually call my name when they’re fetching me for someone else in the family.It’s my mother. Part of me wants to pretend I’m asleep or not in my room because I’m not really in the mood to speak to anyone, but I can’t bring myself to ignore her. I cross the room and open the door.Mom is standing there with a small smile. “May I come in, Anna?”I look around. It seems a bit strange to have anyone in my husband’s room. After all, this isn’t really my space is it? But if I say no, she’ll wonder why. “Of course.” I pull the door open and gesture to the couch that will become my bed in a few hours. Mom has no idea that I don’t sleep with Grant. “Is everything all right?”She lets o

*Anna*The man standing next to my car is dressed in a nice suit. He’s not leaning against my mother’s dirty vehicle, but he’s standing right next to it, as if he’s waiting for someone.As if he’s waiting for me.Maybe he’s confused and thinks this is someone else’s car. I arch an eyebrow and step toward the driver’s side door, hoping he’ll realize he’s got the wrong person.“Excuse me,” he says in a polite tone. “Are you Ms. Anna Williams?”I stop in my tracks and turn to look directly at him. My mother always says it’s best to be confrontational with people one thinks might cause them harm. “Maybe,” I say. What if I squirt butt-cream in his eyes? “Who are you?” I’m not even pretending to be nice, and that actually feels good for a change.He chuckles under his breath. “Please, don’t be frightened, Miss. I’m Wentworth Biglesbee, and I’m looking for Anna Williams, the daughter of Sarah Williams. Is that you?”“How do I know you’re not a kidnapper or serial killer?” I ask him. “I’m arme

*Anna*My fist hurts from banging it on my mother’s door so hard. I’m pretty sure she’s home now, though. She doesn’t usually attend family dinner in the big house, and it’s almost time for that.Finally, she comes to the door, her eyes wide. “Anna? Are you all right? Why are you banging on the door?”I don’t answer her, nor do I wait to be invited in. I stomp past her, over the mat by the door where we’re supposed to put our shoes. Realizing I’m being rude, I stop and kick my shoes off before rushing into the living room, fishing the letter out of my purse as I go.“Anna?” Mom is obviously flabbergasted and is probably in the same boat with Grant when it comes to assuming I’ve lost my mind. “What in the world? I saw that you borrowed my car, and that’s perfectly fine. But… did you have a wreck or something? Did you hit your head?”“No, Mom.” I sink down on her outdated floral print sofa, the same one that’s sat in her living room since I was a baby. “I did borrow your car–thank you. I

*Grant*The viewing is a somber occasion. Mr. Savage looks regal in his suit inside of a very expensive looking coffin, but seeing dead bodies creeps me out, and I really don’t want to be here.Unfortunately, Grandmother Trudy chose me to represent the family. She called me into her office just before she left work, a little early today, to tell me I needed to be the one to show my face here. I was the only one she trusted to not make the Young family look silly, considering this is our biggest rival. I make my way through the line, shaking the hands of Mr. Savage’s friends. He has no family, none that anyone knows of, anyway, so these people are here to thank us all for coming and allow us to view the body to say our goodbyes before the funeral tomorrow. Grandmother Trudy believes she will be well enough to attend that, thankfully.I shake the hands of three or four people, whispering my condolences, and then reach the end of the line. The older gentleman dressed in a very nice suit

*Anna*Monday morning. Bright and early. I am wearing the sort of outfit I would wear to go out of the house and work at a charity event, but in the enormous bag I’m wearing I’ve stashed a power suit I bought at a very fancy store the day before. The woman behind the counter had looked down her nose at me–until I pulled out my card, and she ran it through. Then, she was singing a different tune. I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to being around such snooty people. At least as A. Savage, I will be able to put them in their place.Mother meets me outside. I’ve called for a driver to meet me outside of the gate that surrounds the Young family property and down the street a little way. I can’t chance the family seeing me get in a limo, but I can’t arrive at my first day of work as the CEO of Savage Enterprises in an Uber either. The family assumes I’m taking a bus. Grandmother Trudy has been made aware of my new activities, thanks to Mary, and while she’s not happy about it, Mother say