The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 59

Chapter 59: Relying on him

With a heavy sigh, Anya reluctantly answered the call. "Stanley," she said, her voice taut with frustration.

"Anya, listen to me," Stanley said, his voice not as gentle as she was used to; instead, ant unusual cold emitted from every word. "If you leave right now, the image online is over. Your bustling career will be dead before you can close your eyes to rest."

Anya's grip on the phone tightened, her jaw clenched in anger. "You, a small president of some unknown game company, dare threaten me? Who gave you this courage?" She shot back, her voice laced with scorn. "You tried to deceive me, and now you expect me to be lenient? I must have been so nice to my schoolmate that he thinks we are friends."

Stanley's voice wavered slightly; he seemed almost amused when he spoke. "Just... just check. the opinions of the netizens online before you make any decisions," he urged. "I want to see if you can keep a straight face after bluffing with your ex-husband's name." He said and hung

1. up.

Before Anya could respond, he ended the call. Her anger was boiling over. She leaned back in her seat, her mind reeling with a clash of emotions. With slightly trembling hands, she opened her phone and navigated to the social media platforms where the topic was trending.

But as she scrolled through the comments and messages, her heart sank like a stone. The once adoring fans had turned against her, their words dripping with venom and contempt.

"I wondered why Anya never showed her face. It is because it was so ugly."

"I can't believe I followed you for so long and you were just a greedy person.

"Why did you agree to sign and have them set up all this press only to show your arrogant

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face?"

"She even came with bodyguards. Someone miglit even think she is a star.

money did they offer for her to turn

famous artist; of course it is hard to

and cruelty filled the screen, each one

online image, which she had spent so long building, now lay shattered and ridden with the spit of people she barely knew. Feeling defeated and overwhelmed, Anya closed her phone and sank back into her seat, the world seeming too heavy for her small shoulders. By the time her car pulled up in front

out of the car, she was met by Daniel waiting in the kitchen, his expression one of concern and empathy. Anya looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears,

defeated.

He wanted to kiss her cheeks, but he restrained himself, knowing that she needed space to process her emotions. Instead, he pulled out a chair for her to sit down before

long sip. She felt completely broken. She had trusted and fallen. "Look at me; I will fix this," he said, and she

came over her, but she suddenly felt the need to cry. So she did just that. She wailed like a child. The sound of her crying broke Daniel's heart. He wanted to crush everyone that participated in what happened to

of his face as she sat at the kitchen table, her eyes downcast and her shoulders slumped in defeat. He couldn't bear to see her

began gently, reaching out to take her hand in his. "Is it about the talk online? Don't worry, I will deal with

at the signing." She did not know what came over her as she started complaining to

distress. "Anya, don't cry. I will make it go away. How can they call you arrogant? How can they

she cried.

his voice filled with determination. "I promise you, we will fix

him with a mixture of gratitude and defiance. "You

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better or you will really spend your money

I won't

promised you can't go back on

resisted the urge to plant a kiss

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rang, interrupting their conversation. He glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Neil, his brow furrowing with concern. "I'll be right back, Anya," he said, rising from his seat to

with a sense of trepidation. She knew that whatever news Neil had to share couldn't be good, and

worst.