The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel)

Chapter 63: Messing with the Media

“Stop calling her your wife! Stop!” Selene placed her hand over her ears, a desperate attempt to not hear his words. When she had gone to his home the other time, he had also referred to that woman as his wife. Had he not already divorced her? She was not stupid; all these years she had already guessed what kind of relationship he had with his wife. That is what gave her the confidence to pursue him this long. She admits she had staged photos. She was hoping that the woman would learn her place and leave sooner. But now that she had succeeded and that woman was gone,

it is one thing if he refused to look her way, but why did he still call her his wife?

It was as though she had lost her mind, as after a few seconds she immediately turned to begging. She reached out to grab his arm, but he tilted away from her, and she slipped. One would have thought he was avoiding a snake.

“Think about it, Daniel,” she urged, her voice low and seductive. “If my family and yours come together, wouldn’t we be the perfect match?”

Daniel’s patience snapped. With a swift motion he pushed her away, his eyes blazing with fury. “I said move,” he growled, his voice laced with venom. Seeing her stumble and fall to the ground, he approached her slowly, his demeanor like a tiger about to kill.

“It seems you have a death wish. I don’t mind granting you something so simple. You overestimate your father’s worth. Maybe he needs to be knocked down a bit for you to learn your place. What you need is a wake–up call. For this action today, your father’s company will pay the price. This is how it will be from this day forward. I will know you down till you do not dare to think of yourself as a princess.” His words sent chills down her spine. She knew that he meant every word, and he had the ability to execute it. His cold eyes only froze her solid to the concrete tile. She dared not move.

Without another word, Daniel turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the empty parking lot. He entered the car and drove away. After his car was no more in sight, Selene finally breathed a sigh of relief and got up from the cold floor.

The obsessive look In her eyes vanished as she glanced at a corner of the parking space and called, “Come out.”

In the shadows of the parking lot, a figure emerged from hiding, a camera in hand.

“Did you get it?” she asked.

“There is a really good one. It looks like you two are glued to each other,” the man answered.

“Good. Do it as usual,” Selene said and handed him an envelope filled with cash.

“Are you sure? He seems angry than usual,” he said.

“Just do it as I said. Make sure you tell them we were going to buy rings,” she instructed. Of course, she knew he was angry. She even feared that he would do something to her. She had

in his

seen the look yes. It was the look of someone who wanted to kill. She was clear that if

she pushed him too hard, he would do something. But so what? She had finally waited long enough for that woman to leave; how could she possibly let go of this opportunity? Since that woman was no more here, the most important thing to do now was to make sure someone else did not walk in and take that spot while she was still pursuing him.

“What do you need to worry about? You will get paid as usual,” she said with a slight scoff. She could see the judgment in his eyes. He had seen her pitiful state a moment ago.

“Alright then,” he said with a nod and disappeared into the night.

As Daniel pulled into the driveway, his heart seemed to calm. He was already ninety percent sure that his wife was the target. But, from what he saw, they were quite weary of his family. To him, this was a good thing. He wanted to see who had the ability to touch his wife while he was still breathing. Despite the chaos and turmoil, he felt a rush of joy knowing that Anya was waiting for him at home.

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Entering the house, he made his way to Anya’s coom, completely ignoring his mother in the living room.

When she saw his hurried steps, she snorted, “And he was busy acting as though he did not like her all these years.

Daniel’s footsteps echoing softly in the hallway. As he pushed open the door, he found her sitting on the bed, her gaze fixed intently on her phone.

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Anya had woken up to find that the news on her had changed drastically. The video of her confrontation with Stanley and Autumn had spread far and wide on the internet. Even a copy of the document they had prepared for her to sign made its way to a blog. And and posted to social media. Many lawyers came forward to express the absurdity of the

contract.

“What nonsense am I looking at? I thought they wanted to collaborate with her; why is there a clause that all of her art suddenly belongs to the author of Autumn’s Snow?” someone asked.

“I have seen shamelessness but have never seen this kind of scam. They brought her in claiming she would be joining their project, but they copyrighted all her art.” another asked.

“Look at clause Ten. They are allowed to trade the art and hold it on her behalf. Translation: If we manage to borrow it or take it from you, we can keep it for you for eternity.”

“Can this even be considered being a fan? Is this not daylight robbery?” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You can even steal people’s things this way?”

“Do you all remember during the signing? Anya said it was time Anya let her have some of her paintings. She even thanked her, saying she would take care of it. Wow, chills.”

“Guys, I am rewatching Anya’s reaction when she said that. It was as though she had heard.

rubbish.” Someone commented excitedly.

“Anya, you even said if your husband cannot destroy that small company, he should wait for a divorce. Hurry and have him kneel on the washboard; how can he still let these scum run around?” another commented.

“Petition to have Anya’s husband kneel on the washboard.”

“I will join.” The comment section of several posts was both funny and, most importantly, on her side. This made Anya’s calm return. She had never thought she would experience internet bullying firsthand. It was scary, and she never wanted to experience it again.

“Anya,” Daniel greeted her with a soft smile, relief flooding through him at the sight of her. She looked better than before.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

Anya glanced up, her eyes brightening at the sound of his voice. “I’m fine,” Anya’s fingers danced across the screen of her phone as she scrolled through the latest news and social media updates. “The full video of what happened that day is circulating,” she explained, her voice tinged with excitement. “And it seems like people are starting to take my side. They’re questioning Stanley’s motives and wondering who the husband I mentioned in the video is.”

A surge of relief washed over Daniel at the news. Her excited tone was something he really wanted to hear. “That’s great to hear,” he said.

“They are saying I should make him kneel on the washboard,” Anya continued to explain. She did not notice that as she talked, Daniel took a seat on the bed and listened as she narrated.

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