The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Buying rings. 

Anya’s hands trembled with rage as she fought to maintain her composure. “I’ll never marry you again, Daniel. Not in a million years. And if that means I’ll never get that painting, then so be it.” 

Daniel’s facade slipped for a moment, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. “I know 

you are 

angry, Anya, about what I did more than a month ago. Are you just going to let it go?” 

he asked. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Anya, I have lots of money rotting away somewhere. I obviously threw you away in anger, not knowing I would have to come back begging. It means that I need you. Forget the painting. This means you hold a lot of the cards. You can walk over and just bleed me dry.” His words resonated with her. She admitted that she was angry with him for throwing her away. She admitted that she wanted payback somewhere in her being. 

“You set th 

set the conditions; I will follow. In fact, we will join our assets. If you ever want to walk away, think of all the things you can do to me,” he said, and she started really considering his words. She really wanted to show him pain. 

“And you would let me?” she asked. 

“Right now, let’s go. No prenuptial agreement. When you are ready, take me to court,” he said. His words wondered how desperate he was to make such a deal. 

“I will bleed you dry,” she said, and a smile slowly made its way up his face. 

“We’ll see,” he seemed to taunt. 

“Then, let’s go!” She shut to her feet and stalked out of the restaurant. Daniel’s smile became 

hard to hide as he followed behind her obediently. They got to the front of the building, and Daniel’s car rolled over. He opened the door for her, and she got in the back. Daniel got in next to her, and they drove away. 

The car ride to the courthouse was silent and full of suffocation. Anya’s gaze remained fixed on the passing scenery outside, her eyes cold and slightly resentful. 

Beside her, Daniel was the epitome of indifference; his eyes focused on the tablet in his hand. as if nothing else mattered. But inside, his heart was exploding in excitement. 

He fought the urge to look her way because he was afraid she would change her mind at the at the last minute. He knew that he was making use of her anger to push her to the courthouse, so he hoped her anger would burn till she signed the papers. 

“You should wear this,” he reached into his pocket and passed her wedding ring to her, and the moment she set her eyes on the familiar piece of jewelry, it was as though her anger had been sprayed with a healthy dose of fuel. 

“That? You are going to hand me an old ring? Buy me a new one,” Anya finally spoke, her voice tight with emotion. 

Daniel glanced at her briefly, his expression unreadable. “Sure, it is just a ring,” he said to her. 

“To La Vie,” he instructed. The car made a turn and soon stopped at the famous luxury jewelry 

store. 

Anya scoffed, getting out of the car only when he opened the door and trailing inside. 

“Hello, welcome to La Vie. Are you interested in a specific piece of jewelry, or are you just looking around?” A staffer walked up to them and asked. 

“I want the most expensive ring you have,” Anya said, and a small smile slipped from Daniel’s 

lips. The short attendant glanced at the two of them. 

“Those are only available to our Diamond class members,” she answered. 

“Really? How much does a diamond membership cost?” Anya asked. 

“You would need to spend ten million in the store,” the attendant said. 

“How about I just buy it?” she asked, and the attendant nodded. 

“We can do that too,” she said, and Anya gestured to Daniel to pay, and he restrained his smile and took on a look of indifference. 

“Make it quick,” he said, handing his black card, and she scoffed and followed the attendant. It did not take long for the most expensive rings in the store to be placed in front of her. 

“All of this,” she pointed to an entire row, and the attendant gulped before smiling. Anya walked out of the store not too long after, not completely pleased with herself. 

“Let’s get this over with,” she said, and Daniel nodded. The rest of the journey passed in tense silence, each moment stretching out like an eternity until they finally arrived at the 

courthouse. 

As they stepped out of the car, Daniel’s demeanor remained unchanged, his movements cold and detached as he led Anya towards the entrance. Inside, he wasted no time in approaching the reception desk, where he confirmed their appointment for a court marriage. 

Anya stood beside him, her heart heavy with resignation and brewing with revenge. She knew she was powerless to stop the marriage as she wanted that painting, but her determination to bankrupt him was unyielding. 

As they were called Into the courtroom, Anya’s mind raced with a thousand thoughts and emotions. She felt frustrated by the weight of Daniel’s changing emotions. Even though she 

was determined to bleed him dry, deep down, she also felt a flicker of defiance, a stub 2 

refusal to surrender. Hadn’t she divorced him? Why was she here again? She tried hard to hold down these thoughts. 

The ceremony was a blur of legal formalities and empty promises, each word echoing hollowly in Anya’s ears. She barely registered the exchange of vows, her mind consumed by a swirling tempest of anger and a hint of sadness.