“No way, your ex-wife?” Finn asked Dylan. “Yeah, I was as shocked as you.” Dylan said and Finn shook his head. “I remember getting up in the middle of the night to answer a call from Mr. Scott, telling me that he needed me to draft up divorce papers and an NDA.” Finn said. “Yeah, you should've added a restraining order to it.” Dylan said. “What exactly is going on that you want to file a restraining order against her?” Finn asked. “She came to the house in London, and Anna saw her; Kate got angry when she found out I was married again. I threw her out, and I thought that was the end of it. We flew back to New York, and she was at our hotel; she made a ruckus and accused a worker of theft, thinking that I would be the one to come down and handle it, but instead, it was Anna, which pissed her off even more. Anna's security told me what was happening, so I went there immediately; she hurled all kinds of insults at Anna. I warned her not to
Earlier That Day; Anna walked into her office with Marcus behind her; immediately, she got in, and the two receptionists who were rude to her on her first day greeted her. That day she gave the both of them a stern talk about their behaviour, and ever since then they've been good, which she was happy to see, it must also have to do with the fact that Anna told them if she caught them behaving like that again, they would be fired. Marcus took his spot; he had a seat by the elevator, Anna had told him.he didn't have to wait there all day, but he insisted, saying that was his job and it was clear Anna wasn't going to convince him to stop, so she stopped talking about it. She walked into her office and sat behind her desk. A few minutes later, Grace came in. “Good morning Miss. George.” She greeted. “Good morning, Grace; how many times have I told you to just call me Anna.” Anna said and Grace smiled and shook her head. “Yeah,I tried, but it's
Anna glared at her mother as she realised that she may have just been deceived. “I didn't lie, Anastasia; he is sick but not as bad as I made it out to be; I knew that was the only way I could get you to come and sew him.” Her mother pleaded. “God, Mother, you would do anything for that man; I'm pretty sure if he told you to jump off a bridge, you would do it; what kind of hold does he have over you? Did he even want to see me?” Anna asked her mother. “Yes, he did; every other thing I said is true. He does want to see and he regrets everything that he did to you but you know him, he was just too proud to pick up the phone. Please Anna, just come in and talk to him.” Her mother said. Anna stood outside the door, contemplating what to do. Finally, she decided to go in and get it done once and for all; once she had this talk with him, she would finally put her parents where they belonged, in her past. Because unless they were both willing to put in the wo
Anna knew a little about Alzheimer's patients, and she knew it was better to let them play the memory out rather than interrupt them because if you did, they would just end up confused and agitated. Anna wanted to leave and call her mother, but she stayed because of what her father was talking about. He thought she was Mr Smith, so he could either be talking to James' father or his grandfather. “I talked to him, Greg; he's not with our cause; I told you talking to him was a waste of time. He's a white-collar man; he won't do the things that we need him to do once he gets the seat.” Her father said, and then he went quiet like he was listening to the other person and through all this, he kept looking at Anna like she was Greg. “Oh, you talked to the wife. Do you think she'll be able to convince him to step down?” Her father asked. “Well, we can't put all our hope on her; we have to come up with another plan, a permanent plan.” Mr. Williams said, and imme
Anna got home, parked her car and walked straight into the house, she had noticed the added security around the house. Dylan got up from his chair when he saw her. “Oh, thank God you're home; you had me worried sick, Anastasia.” He said as he went forward and hugged her, her felt a huge wave of relief rush through his body now that he had her in his arms. Anna hugged him back and then she pulled back. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I didn't plan to be gone for that long.” Anna explained. “What didn't you take Marcus with you?” Dylan asked her as he led her to the sofa, where the both of them sat down. “Because if Marcus went with me, my mother would ask questions, and I wasn't ready to give her any answers. The apartment building wasn't far from the office and like I said, I just planned to go in and come out, but things didn't go as I planned.” Anna said. “I get not wanting to explain yourself to your mother, but Anna, you have to think o
CHAPTER 131. Dear Dylan. My son, if you're reading this, then you've fulfilled what I asked of you in my previous letters; you've gotten married. Now, I instructed Finn to only give you this letter at the end of your one-year marriage or when he thought you needed it. You've always had this wall around you since you were a kid, and I get it; you lost your parents, and you were hurt, and you didn't want to get hurt again, so you built up your walls and didn't let anyone in, including me. I tried my best, but you wouldn't let me in, so if you're reading this, it means my plan worked, you got married, and whoever it is you married has managed to bring down your walls. Don't fight it, Dylan; let her in. I know you might be scared, but it comes with the territory; when we fall in love, there's always the fear of losing them at the back of our minds. Let her in Dylan, allow yourself to fall in love, trust me when I tell you it's the best fe
Anna had spent most of her day trying to distract herself from the fact that her husband was out there when someone threatened to kill them. She played with Emma who missed her dad but understood that he had to leave for work but he would be back soon. The security around the house was a lot, but Anna put her door down when Marcus wanted to bring them in; she told him that only he was allowed in the house, and she wouldn't have her daughter feel like her home was a prison. Dylan texted Anna that evening that he had landed, which made her relieved a little,but it was just like she told him, she wouldn't be fully relieved until he was home. Lucas was staying with them till he got back per Dylan's instructions and Emma loved having him there. They were all having dinner when Anna got an idea. “Hey Lucas, do know any good PI firms or just a good private PI?” Anna asked him. “Yes, I do. What do you need a PI for Mrs. Knight?” Lucas asked her; just like Grace, h
Anna couldn't believe her eyes, she was staring at the TV, thinking that all this was a bad dream and she would wake up soon but it wasn't working. All this was real, Dylan's plane crashed, and he might be dead. Lucas and Marcus kept on making calls, and Anna had not moved from her spot on the couch; the maids had been woken up, and Nanny Sofia was by her side trying to coax Anna out of her shocked state, but it wasn't working. “Nanny Sofia, can you please change the station.” Lucas told her. “No.” Anna snapped and took the remote from her. “Mrs. Knight, this isn't good for you, just let us make some calls.” Marcus told her but Anna didn't say anything or move. They saw there was nothing they could do, so they left her alone. Anna kept on playing their last conversation in her head, that couldn't be their last conversation. He had to be alive, he just had to be. They still had a lot to do, there was a lot she still had to tell him. Then there was
EPILOGUE. SEVEN MONTHS LATER. A lot had happened in the past seven months since Dylan ran to the airport to stop Anna from leaving. Now, it wasn't smooth sailing between them; they both put in the work by going to therapy and working on their relationship, and they were good now, only choosing to go to therapy twice a month. Dylan stuck to his word, and he was the best husband; the night they came back home, he told her everything about her life, from the moment he was taken away to London, he told her everything, not leaving out any detail. He had also waited on her, hand and foot, since he found out she was pregnant, not letting her do any strenuous activities; he was the perfect husband and father. In those seven months, something else also took place, the cases were tried in court and her father and Mr. Smith were both sentenced for murder and Mr. Smith was first murder and attempted murder. Her father was sentenced to thirty years and Mr. Smith was
Anna and Emma arrived at the airport about forty minutes later, they didn't have much, just two suitcases, one for Anna and one for Emma. Anna paid the driver, and she and Emma got out of the car. She held Emma's hand and used her other hand to wheel in the suitcases. They were about an hour early for their flight. They walked into the airport, and she checked in her bags, and their tickets were scanned. The attendant told her that they would announce when the flight started to board. Anna thanked her, and then she and Emma walked over to some chairs to sit down. Emma had been quiet throughout the journey, and Anna knew it was because she missed her dad; she hated that she was feeling that way; it was all her fault. She was the one that brought Dylan into their lives. “Hey, sweetie, do you want to watch some cartoons on my phone while we wait?” Anna asked Emma. “Sure, I guess.” Emma said as she shrugged. Anna put on Bluey for her and gave Emma t
After Anna was discharged, she spent two days on bed rest by order of Caroline; she didn't complain, though; it gave her enough time to think of her next plan. Just like she thought, Dylan had not come to look for her, and she didn't blame him; in the end, they weren't meant to be together; there were too many secrets and lies between them, but it still didn't change the fact that she loved him. Emma has been asking for him constantly, and Anna has had to lie that he was away on a business trip, but she knew that lie wouldn't last forever. So she had to plan, she knew one thing for sure, and that was she couldn't stay in New York, and if she was settling down in another place, it couldn't be London. So after two days of planning she decided that she and Emma would move to Australia, there was a hotel there that had been trying to poach her for months, so she called them and asked if the job was still available, they said yes and she accepted it. The job came with a
Anna blinked her eyes open and she was hit with a blinding light that she had to close her eyes and groan in pain. “Anna, are you awake?” She heard Caroline ask. She opened her eyes slowly so she could get used to the light, and when they were fully opened, she saw Caroline standing by her side. “Oh, thank God you're awake; you gave me quite a scare, Anna. I'll be right back, let me go and get the nurse.” Caroline said and then she left the hospital room. Anna was confused. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was watching the press conference with Caroline and Emma was sleeping. Emma? Where is Emma? Anna frantically sat up on her bed as he looked around the room but there was no sign of Emma. Caroline walked back into the room with a nurse. “Welcome back Mrs. Knight.” The nurse said. “Caroline, where's Emma?” Anna asked, her voice was scratchy because her throat was dry. “They have a daycare here; I didn't think that you'd wan
After Dylan saw Anna's car drive off, every atom in his body wanted to go after her but he couldn't. He had to attend the press conference and he wasn't worried because Marcus was with her. Fucking Kate, it was like she planned it or something. He had to come in through the back and go up to his office because everyone thought that he was dead and then a few minutes after he walked into his office, Kate walked in. Her eyes were red and it was clear that she had been crying. When she saw him she hugged him so tight saying that she knew he wasn't dead, Dylan asked her why she was in his office and she said she was there to beg for her life and that Dylan should spare her, she confessed that she was working with James but only to get him away from Anna and they she had nothing to do with the plane crash. Dylan wasn't shocked to hear that she was working with James; I mean, it would explain the pictures they were sent to Anna; someone had to take them. While s
“Let's go to the living room so I'll be able to keep an eye on Emma.” Anna told Caroline. “Why do you need to keep an eye on Emma? Anna, what's going on?” Caroline asked again. “I'll tell you everything, let's just go sit down.” Anna told her and then they both went into the living room and sat on the couch facing the TV and opposite where Emma was sleeping so Anna was able to keep an eye on her. “You better start explaining yourself, Anastasia George, or is it Knight now?” Caroline asked her. Anna released a huge breath and then she proceeded to tell Caroline everything. How she met Dylan at the hotel, how she got into a contract marriage with him and in exchange, he agreed to protect her from James and bring him down. How they went to London, Emma's kidnapping, and her heart condition. She told her how they slowly but surely fell in love and admitted their feelings to each other. How everything was so good and then it all went so bad, from the th
Anna ran as fast as she could, she could hear Dylan call out her name behind her but she didn't stop to look back. It was all too much, he had lied to her about everything. She got into the elevator and frantically tapped on the button for the down floor. She could see Dylan getting closer, but the doors closed just in time. She wasn't free just yet, and she knew it; she wouldn't be until she got as far away from Dylan Knight as possible. The elevator doors opened, and she stepped out; she knew Dylan wasn't far behind, probably opting to use the stairs. She ran out of the lobby. She knew she was drawing attention to herself, but she didn't care. She stepped outside, and thankfully, Marcus listened to her and the car was still parked outside the office. She ran to the car and opened the door. “Drive Marcus now.” Anna told him with urgency. “What's going on Mrs. Knight?” Marcus asked her. “Just drive Marcus.” Anna told him as she looked back at t
Anna slowly brought out the folder that had her name on it. She opened it up and on the first page was her basic information, her name, date of birth, house address, place of work, things like that and then she flipped to the second page and she saw her pictures, pictures from when she was picking Emma up from school, going to work and coming back from work. Did Dylan have her followed? She continued flipping through the pages, and she could see that this folder was like a dossier on her life; everything about her was in that file: her marriage to James and her parents. Anna didn't understand why Dylan had this. It was when she flipped to the next page that her heart dropped to her stomach. They were pictures, and she recognised the place, it was the club, and she was more sure of it because, at the top of that page, it was written in block letters: ANNA SIX YEARS AGO. She looked at the pictures, and the more she flipped through them, the memories from that night
By the time Dylan was done with his call and he went up to their bedroom, Anna was asleep. His talking to her would have to wait till tomorrow, but he had to do it before the arrests were made because once they were made public, she would surely put two and two together. Especially since Lucas informed him that she wanted to find him, something happened when she went to see her parents, that had to be the only reason why she wanted to find him urgently. But what could've happened? Could she have found out the truth? No, that couldn't be it, whatever it was, he would ask her about it tomorrow morning after he told her the truth, that's if she was still talking to him after. He took off his shirt and trousers, left only his briefs on and then he got into bed with Anna and wrapped his arms around her, even in her sleep, Anna turned around, seeking his warmth. ************ The next day, Dylan woke up expecting to have Anna by his side, but when he opened his eyes