All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Anyta’s POV I was going through the reports that summarized the losses, profits and successes of the gallery showing when my phone rang. It was the day after the showing, and I’d elected to stay at home, mostly wallowing in my bed, due to the emotional rollercoaster of the day before. First Jamie’s confession. Then Clay’s arrival and subsequent departure. Things with Jamie were still mostly unresolved. The both of us had returned home mostly confused and hurting, though Jamie was graceful and kind about it as always. I almost resented him for it; it was a dull resentment, flavored by guilt. I couldn’t fully understand the cocktail of feeling myself. I acknowledged that I had hurt him. I should’ve been grateful that he was being so mature about things. And yet, I didn’t want him to be mature. I wanted him to be angry, to be shattered, to rage and make his hurt known. So that this heavy feeling in my chest would abate somewhat, knowing that someone hated me for something I deserved.

Anyta POVEverett watched me like a hawk, as I held the card. It looked like he expected me to hand it right back to him. When I didn’t, something in his shoulders loosened. He leaned back in his chair, the wooden frame creaking under his weight.“You’re not going to tell me what this is about, are you?” he said. It wasn’t really a question. He knew exactly who I had become over the past years.“I will. Eventually.” I turned the card over once more in my fingers, the embossed lettering catching the light, before sliding it securely into the inner pocket of my bag. “Right now, the less you know, the better. For your sake as much as mine.”He huffed out a sound that wasn’t quite a laugh, more a weary exhale shaped by too many regrets. “That’s rich, coming from the woman who used to tell me everything.”I stilled, my hand freezing midway to my coffee cup. There was no bite in his voice, no sharp accusation designed to draw blood. Instead, it carried a tired honesty that caught me complet

Anyta POVMy phone rang just as I finished wiping Teddy’s hands after lunch. He had managed to get peanut butter everywhere again, including a stubborn smear across his cheek that made him look like a mischievous little warrior. I smiled despite the exhaustion tugging at my bones and answered without checking the caller ID.“Anyta Rushmore,” I said, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder while steering Teddy toward his toys.“Ms. Rushmore, this is Harlan Whitaker from Whitaker, Kline, and Associates. I was Grandma Jo’s—Mrs. Josephine Ashbourne’s—estate attorney.”The formal tone stopped me cold. I motioned for Alice to watch Teddy and stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind me. “Yes, Mr. Whitaker. What’s happened?”He didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “I’m afraid the full execution of the will is being formally challenged. A group of Ashbourne relatives has filed motions claiming Mrs. Ashbourne was of compromised mental faculties when she executed the final updates

Anura’s POVThe power came back on with a weak flicker after some minutes, but the fear stayed.Clay moved through the house, checking every lock and window twice. There was nothing; no footprints we could clearly see, no signs of forced entry. Teddy eventually fell asleep on the couch between us, his small hand fisted in my shirt. Clay and I just sat there in the low light, quietly processing our thoughts.I barely slept.Long after Clay finally dozed off in the armchair, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, Teddy’s even breathing is the only steady sound in the room. My mind kept circling back to my own childhood. The way my parents had vanished in a single rainy night, gone before I was old enough to really know them. That hollow ache never really left. I remembered standing in their empty bedroom for weeks afterward, touching their things like they might still hold some piece of them. Nothing ever quite filled that space.Grandma Jo had tried. She moved me into her house, fed me, c

CLAY’S POVI read the text from my attorney at 7:42 a.m. and felt the familiar cold focus settle over me. Marcus Webb had moved faster than I expected. His emergency injunction was a bastard move, but a smart one. It bought him time and dragged everything else into the open.As Owen Grayson I had levers most people in this city only dreamed about. The kind of resources that made Everett’s old empire look like a regional operation. I started pulling them without hesitation.First call went to my lead counsel, Margaret Holt. She picked up on the first ring like she’d been waiting for it. “How bad?”“Bad enough. Emergency injunction on the inheritance. I want your best team on it within the hour. Challenge every technicality. Tie them up in procedure until we’re ready to bury them.”“Already pulling the filing,” she said. “We’ll file for expedited dismissal by close of business.”I ended the call and moved to the second front. Philip was already in my study when I walked in on him.“Find