Todos los capítulos de Seven Days To Forget The Billionaire : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Anna’s POVI woke up the next morning to the sound of rain against the windows.For a few seconds, I stayed still, listening to it.There was something peaceful about rain in London, especially when I didn’t have anywhere I needed to be and there wasn’t another crisis waiting for me at the end of the day.I turned toward the empty side of the bed and remembered that I wasn’t at home.Not really.I had spent the past few weeks moving between places, hospitals, hotels and temporary rooms while my entire life seemed to change around me.Now, for the first time, I had no reason to run.I sat up slowly and reached for my phone.There was a message from Vicky.Already downstairs. Breakfast. Hurry.I smiled.She had somehow become the person who could make me feel guilty about missing breakfast without even being in the room.I changed quickly and went downstairs.I found Vicky sitting by the window, scrolling through her phone while Mark sat opposite her with a cup of coffee.The moment she

ANNA’S POVWalking back into my home with Mark felt nothing like the first time I had entered it as his wife.Three years ago, I had walked through those doors carrying excitement, hope and the foolish certainty that love would make everything work.This time, I carried a suitcase and a completely different understanding of myself.Mark opened the door and stepped aside.“You first.”I looked at him.“You’re letting me go first?”He smiled.“I’ve learned my lesson.”I shook my head and walked inside.The house looked almost exactly as I remembered it.The furniture was still in place, the large windows still allowed the afternoon light to spill across the floor, and the familiar scent of the place immediately brought back memories I hadn’t expected.Some were good.Some weren’t.I stood in the entrance for a moment.Mark didn’t say anything.He simply waited.“It’s strange,” I finally said.“What is?”“Being here again.”“I know.”I looked around.“So much happened here.”His expressi

ANNA’S POVThe first thing Mark noticed when I came into the kitchen the next morning was that I wasn’t wearing shoes.He looked down at my feet, then at me.“Where are your shoes?”I looked down too.“I don’t know.”He frowned.“You walked downstairs without them?”“I suppose.”He shook his head and moved toward me.“You’re going to catch a cold.”I laughed.“Mark, it’s August.”“That doesn’t mean you should walk around barefoot.”I leaned against the counter.“Since when did you become this concerned about my feet?”“Since I realized I should have been paying attention before now.”I stared at him.There it was again.That quiet way he had started saying things that would have once meant nothing because I had heard them too late.He opened a cabinet and pulled out a pair of slippers.“Put these on.”I took them from him.“You’re becoming bossy.”“I’ve always been bossy.”“Yes, but now you’re doing it with concern.”He smiled.“Progress.”I slipped the slippers on.Then I noticed the

ANNA’S POVThe next morning, the legal team placed a stack of documents in front of me and told me something I had never expected to hear: the Carthwell estate was no longer just something I was trying to recover, it was something I now had a responsibility to rebuild.I stared at the documents spread across the conference table while Vicky sat beside me, already turning through the pages with more confidence than I felt. There were property records, company documents, financial summaries and notices concerning assets that had been identified during the review, and although most of the language was formal and difficult to follow, one thing was becoming clear with every page I read.Our parents had left us far more than money.They had left businesses, properties, investments and shares, and for years those things had been controlled by people who had no right to decide what happened to them.“This section concerns the London properties,” the lawyer explained, pointing toward a documen

ANNA’s POVBy the time we returned to the house, I had already made up my mind about what I wanted to do with the headquarters, although I knew making the decision and making it happen were two very different things.I went straight to my new office, dropped the files on the desk and opened the folder containing the company’s current financial report. Vicky followed me inside carrying the photographs we had taken from the headquarters, while Mark stopped at the doorway and watched us.“You’re actually going to work?” Vicky asked.“I have a company now.”“You’ve had it for about three hours.”“Exactly, and I’ve already wasted enough time.”She laughed and dropped into the chair opposite my desk. “You sound terrifying.”“I’ll take that as a compliment.”Mark walked in and placed a cup of tea beside me. “You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”I looked at the cup, then at him.“You noticed?”“I notice now.”The answer was simple, but I didn’t miss the difference between that sentence and the