The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel)

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Chapter 57: Deceived.

With trembling hands, Anya reached into her bag and pulled out the document Daniel had given her the night before, her eyes scanning the words on the page with a frown. As she read through the clause about the copyrights of her work being transferred to the writer of Autumn’s Snow, her eyes narrowed dangerously If she had been played this long, it would be too shameful. She hoped Daniel was wrong, but she doubted it. Her husband was rarely wrong, unless he had to throw his wife out while she was grieving.

By the time she arrived at the hotel, Anya’s nerves were stretched to their breaking point. But for some reason, her hands had been shaking with a mixture of fear and uncertainty and stilled. As she stepped out of the car and into the bustling lobby. A frown immediately seized her face as she realized that the hotel was oddly packed with people. Was there an event going

on?

Anya frowned in suspicion as she made her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the surrounding faces. Something told her she had walked into a trap.

She squared her shoulders and marched inside. Her bodyguards flagged both sides of her, making a way through the crowd for her to pass. She was suddenly grateful she had come with them. But as the crown gathered and walked towards what seemed to be the hall where she was supposed to do her signing, her stomach dropped. It can’t be that they are here for the signing, right? Stanley would not go so far as to throw her to a crowd, right? She felt the urge to turn around and walk away. But when she realized how much effort they had put in to get her here, she wanted to look them in the eye. Her fear was suddenly gone.

The grand entrance of the hotel loomed before Anya, its marble floors polished to a shine, and its chandeliers twinkling with a thousand lights. But as she stepped into the opulent lobby, she felt nothing but absolute confidence. The presence of press coverage for the signing of the contract with Stanley’s company was an unexpected twist, one that usually would have sent a wave of anxiety crashing over her. But for some reason, she was calm. Her eyes were cool and detached.

She had never agreed to sign the contract in front of the press or the fans of Autumn’s Snow.

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Yet here the press was. She could have walked away now, yet here she was, being escorted by the hotel staff to lier seat beside Stanley and the author of Autumn Snow, Autumn Hanson. When she saw the two of them, she recalled what Daniel had told her about them. She almost sneered at their smiling faces. She hoped completely that she was wrong. She may have been alone before, but she now has her husband’s money behind her. If they had really dared to target her art, she would show them what it feels like to be slapped with money.

As Anya settled into her chair, the weight of the moment bore down on her like a heavy cloak. She stole a glance at Stanley, whose calm facade did little to cool her rage. The author of Autumn’s Snow was already seated, her excitement palpable as she chatted animatedly with those around her.

Before Anya could gather her thoughts, Stanley rose to address the room.

“Thank you all for coming. We called you all to witness this moment, when fiction meets reality. For a year now, most of you have been fans of the work Autumn’s Snow,” he said, and cheers rang out from the crowd of fans.

“Today, you get to meet the inspiration for the art, Anya,” his voice rang out clear and confident, his words painting a picture of success. “We are happy to welcome Anya to our team; we wish for

happy cooperation. Our autumn games and animations will be spearheaded by Anya.”

His announcement excited the fans, earning a wave of cheers from the fans and directing the camera towards Anya.

Anya could sense that Stanley seemed tense at this moment. She did not get up to greet the crowd when introduced. As she was already sure that she had been played.

As Stanley’s speech came to an end, the author of Autumn’s Snow took the stage.

“I had never thought I would get to meet Anya. I have loved her work for so long, so it is about time she let me own some,” she said cheekily, and the fans laughed with her,

“Thank you, Anya, for this opportunity,” she said. “I promise to treat your art well.”

Her enthusiasm was infectious as she spoke of her admiration for Anya’s work and her excitement at the prospect of collaborating with her favorite painter. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their enthusiasm washing over Anya like a tidal wave. A very cold, freezing wave. Her words were so misleading. It may look like it was just pure fun, but if they succeeded in taking over copyright, these words could be interpreted as Anya willingly handed her painting over. Anya felt the urge to get up and slap that smile off her face, but she held

back

But amid the cheers and applause, Anya remained cold and unfeeling even till the contract to be signed was placed before her and Stanley.

Anya reached for the contract, her cold eyes looking through with indifference as she flipped through its pages. Daniel’s words echoed in her mind, urging her to read through it carefully. And as she read, her heart sank like a stone. It was true. She had already come to the decision. that Daniel

was right all along. But seeing it with her own eyes was different. She glanced at her lawyer, Mr. Hanson, and his subordinate standing behind them and suppressed a sneer.

The contract was identical to the fraudulent one Daniel had shown her the night before, every clause a betrayal of her trust. Anger bubbled within her. How many fraudulent deals did her lawyer make her sign all these while?

As a pen was placed before her to sign, Anya was done looking. She was not going to stay to

humor them.

She got up abruptly, and all eyes turned to her, the room falling silent as Anya stood tall and cold. Her cold eyes swept over Stanley and Autumn, then at her lawyer, Mr. Hanson, sending a

wave of ice around the room.

Stanley and Autumn returned

her gaze with questioning ones while her lawyer, Mr. Hanson, looked slightly uncomfortable. She placed the document back down and suppressed the scoff at the edge of her throat.

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And with that, Anya turned and strode out of the room without saying a word.

The hall broke into chaos. The cameras were snapped away, raining down flashes of light at of them realize that she would not Anya. The fans seemed confused, and only then did the ro be signing. They got up and went after her. It was quite the spectacle.

As Anya stormed out of the event, her heart pounded in her chest, heels clicking across the marble floors, echoing with the weight of her fury. She clutched the fraudulent document tightly in her hand,

its betrayal threatening to burn her like a brand against her skin. The confusion and bewilderment of the press and fans that erupted into full–blown chaos only fueled her resolve as she made her way through the crowded lobby.

Stanley hurried after her, his footsteps echoing so loudly in the space that one would think the fans and press were silent. “Anya, wait!” he called out, his voice strained with urgency.

But Anya didn’t stop. She didn’t even spare him a glance as she continued on her path, her eyes fixed on the door ahead. She could feel the weight of Stanley’s presence behind her, his desperation hovering in the air like a vengeful ghost.