Todos los capítulos de Too Late, Mr. Billionaire : Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

CLAY’S POV“It’s time.”Anyta sat up beside me, instantly awake. The room was still dark except for the glow of my phone screen. She just nodded understandably, squeezed my hand to assure me.“Be careful. I’ll wait at the secondary location like we planned.”I kissed her quickly, then changed my PJ and slipped out of the hotel. The team was already moving. Philip met me at the water taxi stand with a silent nod. We crossed the canal in the early morning dark, the city still asleep around us. Venice looked different at this hour, glowing amd sacred. It’s beauty was never to be compared.We took position in an empty apartment across the canal from Victor’s hotel. The FBI had the perimeter locked down tight. Months of coordination, evidence handoffs, this was finally it. The snap of the trap I had spent years building.I stood at the window with my binoculars, my heart ramming wildly against my chest. The sky was just beginning to lighten, a faint grey pushing against the black. Below, t

ANYTA’S POVI let out a long breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding for months. I finally felt free, kissing him without any care in the world.Clay pulled me close on the couch, breathing in our scents. For several minutes we just sat there, enjoying the weight lifted off our shoulders. I could almost cry from the excitement that finally, everything had ended. Victor was in custody, and even his guy who attempted to kill me got tied up instead. I hadn’t felt this amount of peace in a long while.“We should go back to the hotel,” Clay said softly, his fingers tracing circles on my arm. “We’ll do it the Venice way. Let’s stay in bed, order whatever we want, do whatever we like...” he said, grinning at me.I nodded against his chest. “I’d like that very much.”We walked back slowly as the sky lightened. Venice was already waking up around us. The shutters to people’s windows opened, the first boats moved through the canals. Bakers carried fresh bread down the streets, filling the air

ANYTA’S POVThe silence stretched between us on the sunlit terrace.Clay’s hands held mine steadily, but I could see the uncertainty creeping into his eyes. I had been quiet for too long. Long enough that his expression had started to shift from hope to worry. I needed him to understand why.I took a slow breath and looked at him directly.“I hesitated because this is enormous,” I said softly. “After everything I have been through, trusting someone completely again feels so terrifying. I trusted my adopted family, Everett. I’ve trusted the world to be fair. It had all cost me more than I thought I could survive. With you, it is deeply different. But that also makes it scarier. Because if I say yes and something goes wrong, it will not just break me. It will break Teddy too, and I can’t put my little boy through that.”Clay stayed quiet, listening with full attention.I continued, my voice steady but honest. “You need to know exactly what you are signing up for. Teddy is a wonderful li

EVERETT’S POVI turned away from the crowd and walked.The noise of the terminal faded behind me as I moved through the flow of travelers. Cameras flashed in the distance for Clay and Anyta, and shouts followed them. I didn’t look back again and walked with my head down,I reached the parking garage and found my car. The black SUV waited exactly where my driver had left it. I told him I needed a minute alone. He nodded and stepped away and I climbed into the driver’s seat, closed the door, and sat in the silence.I rested my hands on the steering wheel and stared straight ahead at the concrete wall. My mind would not stay quiet. I thought about Siena and Anyta, the two sisters who had my head in a spiral. I had lost every contact with Siena, with her flying to Europe without any goodbye. Siena and I had a complicated relationship, and I loved her more than I had ever loved anyone.Anyta was different, and the moment she had Teddy, who means everything to me, I forgot all about Siena.

ANYTA’S POVI sat at the kitchen table with the cream envelope in front of me. The return address was in Portugal. Siena’s handwriting was the same neat, slightly slanted script I remembered from years ago.The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator, and my hand shook despite myself.I opened the envelope carefully and pulled out two folded pages. The paper was thin, contrasting the dark blue ink. I started reading carefully.The first paragraph was entirely not what I expected.Anyta,I am writing this because I finally understand that keeping silence is another kind of damage. I will not ask for forgiveness. I do not even deserve it. But I need you to know and hear the truth from me, not from anyone else.My hands tightened on the paper.She wrote about the years of envy. How she had watched me from the edges of Everett’s life and decided I had everything she always wanted. She admitted she had used Everett deliberately. She had seen his restlessness and fatu