All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CLAY'S POVAnyta was already outside when I pulled up. Standing on the steps of the building in a cream blazer and dark trousers, her bag over one shoulder, her phone in her hand. She looked up when the car stopped and something moved briefly across her face before it settled back into neutral.I leaned over and pushed the door open.She got in without a word."Morning," I said."Morning." She clipped her seatbelt and looked straight ahead as I pulled back into traffic.The silence in the car was a loud one. I was aware of her the way I was always aware of her, which was completely and without being able to do anything useful about it. The way she held her bag on her lap. The faint trace of whatever she'd put in her hair this morning. "How are you doing with the documents?" I asked, breaking the silence."I sent everything last night. Call logs, the letter to the estate, the office visit record." She paused and glanced at me. "Four years of attempts. It looked worse written down

Clayton's POVI hit my car‘s ignition like an assassin on the run, breathless, heart pounding with high adrenaline. If word gets out about my identity my life would become a spectacle, like a gold fish in a jar, hounded and overly monitored. And this was the lifestyle I avoided all my life even after my father tried to get me to step into his shoes and join politics. Even after he made me swear on his death be, but not after I met Anyta. She was a peaceful soul— jagged at the edges scarred, yet beautiful and full of love. I wouldn't enjoy life with her if the color of our bed sheets made magazine covers. The mysterious Owen Grayson was famous, alright, his net worth standing at the top of the Forbes list. But I knew I wouldn't find love that way, and I never want to repeat my father‘s mistakes. My hands tightened on the steering as the seconds go by. I threw a glands at Anita our hands are folded across our chest this pleasure sitting on our pretty face. “I will never lie to you an

ANYTA'S POVI stood in my own doorway for longer than was dignified, my brain struggling to process the sudden turn of events before me.There was my ex-husband, the man who had made my twenties feel like a slow and elegant drowning, sitting cross-legged on my living room floor helping my son sort through a bucket of Lego with the focused patience of someone who had nowhere else to be. Oh, the audacity. The complete and breathtaking audacity of this man.Teddy, innocent as he was, was explaining the structural importance of the flat grey pieces with great seriousness, his small brow furrowed the way it always did when he was convinced the adults around him were not grasping something obvious. Everett was listening. Actually listening, not the performance of it, not the distracted half-nod he used to give me across dinner tables when he had already decided what he wanted to say next and was simply waiting for my mouth to stop moving. He was watching Teddy's small hands with something u

CLAY'S POVIt was with a sense of apprehension that I entered my car. As the sound of the door slamming shut echoed in the now confined space, I inhaled deeply to steady my bearing and calm my palpitating heart, then pulled out my phone and clicked on the messaging app. A new message blinked innocuously at the top of the inbox, the information it contained making me apprehensive.‘I have some pertinent information about the caller. When should we meet?’The message instilled a sense of rage and relief in me, all at once. Absently, my mind went to the outing — I almost dubbed it a date — that I had gone to with Anyta, to the art gallery. It had almost been perfect. I wasn't sure, couldn't truly confirm anything, but for a moment, or several moment, it had almost felt like things would go back to the way they used to. The walls that had been built up between the both of us were being slowly but steadily chopped away by sheer proximity, and it was all I could've ever asked for.Until th

Clay POV The sight in front of me knocked the breath out of my chest. The sight of her in his arms, held lovingly…it made me angry and sad in equal measure, a combination that was almost enough to make me nauseous. I met Anyta’s eyes for a split second, and I couldn’t bear to linger for longer than that.I nodded sharply for want of something, anything, to do, then I turned and left the building.I almost couldn’t see the world in front of and around me as I walked towards the car. The only thing that lingered in the back of my retinas was Anyta and her lover; it was enough to make a man want to gouge his eyes out.I arrived at me car and lingered at the door for a moment, my fingers brushing the door handle. I looked up at the gallery once more; something within me pulled me towards the entrance. An attraction…no, an imperative that was commanding me to storm into the building and claim Anyta as mine.She was mine…wasn’t she?No, she wasn’t.With my heart feeling almost painfully fu