The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: A much–needed talk 

“Did they bully you, baby?” he began tentatively, breaking the quiet between them. “If they did, then you should definitely go. I will have you walk in like a star. Fifty bodyguards, eighty 

road clearers.” 

His words almost made her spit out her food. 

“Road clearers?” she asked. 

“They pat the crowd like the red sea for you,” he said. 

“Why would I want that?” Anya chuckled. 

“For effect.” He shrugged. 

“I will look like a clown.” 

“You will look like a star. So, did they bully you?” he asked. 

Anya shrugged, her expression unreadable. “Not really. I was just… ignored.” 

“Ignored?” 

“They behaved as though I did not exist.” 

Daniel’s heart clenched at her words, a pang of sympathy sweeping through him. 

“Why?” he asked. 

“I was a busy body. They would play pranks on people regularly. One time they took a prank too far and almost killed someone. No one was supposed to tell a teacher, but I told a teacher to call the police. 

The firefighters came and got the girl out of the building before she ran out of oxygen. She survived, but she was in a coma for a few months. Her family withdrew her from school, and the students involved were reprimanded. Since then, they all agreed to pretend I don’t exist.” 

He wished he could erase the years of loneliness and isolation she had endured, to shield her from the pain of feeling like an outsider. His anger was slightly hot. 

“How is that not bullying?” he said coldly, squeezing her hand. “They ignored you because you 

did not let them kill someone.” 

Anya met his gaze, a small smile tugging at her lips. 

She could tell he was angry on her behalf. For some reason, she felt her heart sing. He was behaving unusually. He would call her baby at any moment and touch her when he felt like it. For some reason, she did not want to tell him to stop. 

And as they sat there, hand in hand, Daniel seemed to go into deep thought. It was unsure what he was thinking about, but the mood became unknowingly soft and tender. 

The sun had dipped below the horizon by the time Daniel and Anya made their way home, the sky painted in hues of purple and pink as dusk settled over the quiet neighborhood. 

They walked hand in hand; Anya’s dependence on Daniel hung over them like a hovering cloud as they approached the Shaw Family mansion. 

As they stepped through the front door, Daniel couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He and Anya were becoming inseparable as the days grew. It could even be said. 

him immensely. They greeted their parents first, with that she had opened her heart up to Wendy fussing over Anya, before they made their way up to Anya’s room. 

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Daniel led her to their bedroom, the familiar scent of lavender and vanilla enveloping them as they entered. 

This room was basically theirs, as Daniel spent all his time there, only returning to his room to sleep. 

He could not wait to take Anya back home. While Anya took off her jewelry, Daniel turned to Anya, his gaze searching hers. 

“Anya, can we talk?” he asked. 

Anya furrowed her brow, a flicker of suspicion crossing her features. Every time he started a sentence this way, she knew something was about to happen. “About what?” she asked. 

He took a seat on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to him invitingly. Anya joined him, his hand finding hers instinctively as they sat in silence for a moment, gathering their thoughts. 

“I’ve been thinking,” Daniel began slowly, choosing his words carefully. “About us and our 

future. 

” 

Anya’s eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion creeping into her expression. “What about our future?” 

Daniel stared at her for a while before speaking, “I think it’s time for us to move. 

Anya paused. Her mind was racing as she tried to process his words. “Move? But why?” Of all the things she had thought he would say, this was at the bottom of the list. For some reason, she had never really considered moving out of the family mansion. 

Daniel reached for her hand, squeezing it gently.“You don’t want to move back with me?” 

Chapter 21 A much–needed talk 

Anya’s heart ached at his words. He sounded as though she had said she hated him. “That’s not it,” she said. 

“What?” he asked, and she paused. How was she to explain to him that she did not hold love for his house? It was the place where he ignored her the most, refused to have anything to do with her, and put her in a state of utter depression. When she thought of that house, she could not think of good things. 

“I can’t,” she said coldly, her voice barely above a whisper. “That is the house you left me to stay in a lone day and night and even ignored me when I crawled on the living room floor in pain 

from my mother’s death.” 

Daniel’s breath tripped in his throat; his eyes squeezed shut for a bit before he opened and stared at her, his gaze searching hers. “You are right. I did stupid things in that house. We 

can’t go 

back there. As long as you are not too opposed to living with me again,” he said softly. He worried that he would see hatred in her eyes when she looked at him. This was his greatest 

fear. 

Anya hesitated, her gaze dropping to her lap as she struggled to find the words. “As long as it’s not there,” she said. 

“It won’t be there.”