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2026-07-19 03:24:13
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Too Late, Mr. Billionaire Chapter 139
Anyta POVThe shadow at the door turned out to be nothing more than the delivery driver dropping off a package for Alice. Everett and I both exhaled at the same time once we checked the porch camera. The relief felt almost ridiculous after everything we had been through, but it reminded me how thin our sense of safety had become. We settled back into the living room with Teddy, who had not noticed a thing. He kept right on talking about his dinosaur collection.Teddy looked at Everett for a very long time with those his enormous green eyes. The same eyes that stared back at him from the man kneeling on the rug. Then he turned to me, searching my face like he needed one more confirmation that this was real. I gave him a small nod and a smile I hoped looked steadier than I felt. He looked back at Everett.“You’re very tall,” Teddy said.Everett let out a sound that was almost a laugh, rough and surprised. I saw tears gather in his eyes for the first time in all the years I had known him
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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
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ANYTA’S POVThe message was still glowing on my screen when Everett reached across the table and turned my phone face-down without asking.“Don’t,” he said quietly. “Not here at least.” He added with a small voice.How did Webb know I was with Everett? I looked at him, and could tell he had the exact question.He quickly scanned the room, his green eyes flicking to the door, the window, to the two men at the corner table who were very deliberately not looking our way.“He knows about Italy,” I said, my voice lower than I meant it to be. “About my accounts being frozen. That was years ago, Everett. And I know you did it. But why would he bring it up now? How would Marcus Webb even know that?”“I don’t know.” His jaw tightened. “But I’ll find out.”I slid my phone into my bag with hands that weren’t quite steady, and for a moment neither of us spoke. The coffee shop noise, which had faded into a dull roar seconds ago, came rushing back — the espresso machine hissing, someone laughing to
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire Chapter 136
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
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Clay POV Philip had the name pulled up before I’d even finished my coffee.“Marcus Webb,” he said, turning the laptop toward me. “Mid-level board member at Ashbourne Holdings. Eleven years on the board, perfect profile, zero footprint.”“Invisible men are usually the ones worth watching,” I muttered, clicking my teeth.Philip gave a dry laugh. “Funny you say that. Because he stopped being invisible three years ago, right after Leonard Ashbourne died.”He clicked through windows as he spoke. Bank records, shell company filings, timestamps.“Offshore transfers started then,” Philip continued. “Two accounts in the Caymans, one in Liechtenstein. All three trace back to the same network Leonard used before he passed. Webb’s been siphoning and rerouting money through the old man’s private channels for years.”I leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “He’s not skimming for himself.”“No,” Philip agreed. “He’s funding something. Or someone.”The words settled heavy in my gut. Anyta had mentione
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire Chapter 134
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
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ANYTA'S POV“...I don't think you understand, Mr. Emilio,” I said, lowering my voice in an attempt to tamp down my premature victory cheer.“This isn't just something I woke up last night and decided I wanted, it's quite special to me,” I sighed, refraining from going into details on just how speci
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CLAY'S POVAnyta let out a small as I shoved her down to the bed gently and covered her with my body.“You know I'm still offended you'd ever think I wasn't attracted to you.”She slipped her arms around my neck and gasped softly as I dipped my head and grazed my teeth over one taut nipple.“We alr
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CLAY'S POVOne moment, Anyta was yelling at me in the living room of my penthouse, and the next minute she was in my bed, her knees buried into the mattress, her eyes heavy with raw desire.She made a small whimpering sound as our lips came together again. I kissed her hard and deep until she relea
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ANYTA'S POV“Your peace of mind is expensive, and I am stubborn,” she retorted, though her voice was weaker. “I’m not going to the hospital so they can tell me I have tuberculosis.”A laugh burst out of me, but I quickly tamped down and swallowed.“You found that amusing, good,” Grandma smiled at m
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