All Chapters of Second Chance With Her Ruthless Billionaire Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

ANYA’S POV: I clench my fists in anger as I storm out of the closet. I run my hands through my hair in frustration, unsure about what to do next. I’m totally and completely doomed. My eyes fly to the digital clock sitting on my bedside cupboard, and I see that it’s barely three hours before the event is scheduled to start. There’s absolutely no way I will be able to get a dress worthy of the occasion in this short time. My lips curve into a bitter smile as I can already imagine what the crowd's expression would be like when I turn up at the event in a dress I’ve already worn before. It might seem dramatic, but ever since the death of Nico, I’ve been torn down and criticized by the public so often that it feels normal to me. This was my only chance to change their mind about me, but now Thalia and Irene have stolen that chance from me. This goes farther than the villagers being materialistic assholes, but rather the fact that my outfit would signify the level of support I’m willing

ANYA’S POV: My lips curl into a wide and joyous smirk as I take in their wide eyed expressions. I don’t think I’ve been this excited for anything in the past. I’m pretty sure the old me wouldn’t have dared to do this, but it’s almost as if my personality and soul changed with that accident or it could also be that I’m too exhausted with all that they have put me through and it’s finally time to get my own lick back. Nyssa clears her throat as she spares Irene a quick glance before turning towards Adrian. She lifts her hands to his arms, softly tugging on his suit to get his full attention and then she turns to me. “Why couldn’t you just admit defeat, Anya?!” Nyssa sneers at me, her gaze burning with anger, “Did you have to go ahead and embarrass Irene?!” “You would rather I take the fall for something I had nothing to do with?!” I scoff at her words, while rolling my eyes at all their shocked expressions. Nyssa looks taken aback for a second before regaining herself. “But you ar

ANYA’S POV: I feel a cold hand on my shoulder, and I can’t help but turn to face the owner of the hand. Staring at the stranger's face helps me regain back my control and emotionless facade. Focusing on the man dressed in a black plain two piece suit, I realize that I don’t recognize him from our earlier bout of introductions. The man must notice my confusion because he immediately holds out his hand, an easy smile on his lips as he introduces himself; “Lucas Grant.” I stretch out my hand, wrapping my fingers around his, “Anya.” I say on impulse, leaving out Adrian’s middle name. Lucas notices it immediately, and the edge of his lips curls up into a slight smirk. “I would love to dance with you, Miss Anya.” Lucas says as he continues to hold onto my arm. I suddenly feel slightly irritated by his touch, but I force it downwards, already making up my mind to accept his offer. I don’t correct the title he added before my name as I see no need to. “I would love to.” I finally respon