The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel)

Chapter 192: Janet meets Stella again.

“When I’m done hunting down the ones responsible,” he said, his voice as cold as ice, “TI be coming for you. And your entire family.”

With that, James turned and strode out of the rod, leaving behind a terrified Old Madam Jones, her frail body wracked with tremors as she realized the true depths of her betrayal.

As James emerged from the ward, one of his men approached him, a grim expression on his face. “Sir, we’ve found her,” the man said, “We’ve located Stella.” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

James felt a surge of both relief and determination. “Then what are we waiting for?” he said, his voice laced with purpose. “Let’s bring her home.”

The hospital corridors were eerily silent as Janet Grey strode through them, her heels clicking against the linoleum floors. Her eyes were narrowed with purpose as she approached the room where she knew Stella was recovering.

As she neared the door, she was met by a pair of burly guards standing watch. Janet paused, her gaze hardening. “I need to speak with Stella,” she demanded, her voice laced with authority.

The guards remained impassive, not budging an inch. “We have orders to keep this room secure,” one of them said gruffly. “No one goes in without Stella’s permission.”

Janet’s lips thinned into a tight line. “I am her mother–in–law. You will let me pass,” she insisted.

But the guards showed no signs of relenting. “Ma’am, we can’t allow that. We need to clear it with Stella first.”

Frustration flickered across Janet’s face, but she quickly composed herself. Turning on her heel, she pushed open the door and strode into the room, ignoring the guards‘ protests.

Stella looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. “Janet?” she said, her voice laced with ant of

wariness.

Janet’s gaze swept over Stella, her expression unreadable. “Hello, Stella,” she said coolly. “It’s been a long time.”

Stella nodded, a tightness in her jaw. “Yes, it has. What are you doing here?”

you and your daughters a chance to Janet’s lips curved into a thin smile. “‘ve come to offer come back to the family,” she said, her tone suggesting it was more of a demand than an offer.

Stella stared at her, brow furrowed. “Come back to the family?” she repeated, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “After all these years? After what your family has done to us?”

Janet’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t be ungrateful, Stella. This is a generous offer, considering

everything that’s happened.

Stella let out a humorless laugh. “Generous? Your family abandoned us when we needed you most. Why on earth would we come back?”

The guards at the door shifted uncomfortably, sensing the tension in the room. Stella glanced at them, then back at Janet. “If you’re done, please leave. I have no desire to be part of your family’s affairs anymore.”

Janet’s expression hardened, her jaw set. “You seem to forget your place, Stella. This family is offering you a lifeline. I’d advise you to take it.

Stella’s eyes narrowed. “My place?” she scoffed. I’m not the one who betrayed my own daughter. That was your doing, Janet.”

At the mention of Emma, Janet visibly flinched. Stella’s suspicions were confirmed – there was more to this than met the eye.

“Besides,” Stella continued, her voice cold, “my daughter Anya is married to Daniel Shaw. Whatever nonsense_ your family tries to pull, they’ll be ready for it.”

Janet’s lips tightened into a thin line, her eyes glinting with barely concealed fury. Without another word, she turned and swept out of the room, her heels clicking sharply against the

floor.

As the door closed behind her, Stella let out a heavy sigh, her gaze meeting the guards“. “Keep a close eye on her,” she instructed. “I have a feeling this isn’t the last we’ve seen of the Grey family.”

The guards nodded, their expressions grim. Stella settled back against the pillows, her mind racing. Whatever was happening, she knew her family was in for a fight.

Outside the hospital, Janet pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling with barely contained rage. “It’s time,” she hissed into the receiver. “Take Stella, no matter the cost.”

The night was still and quiet as Stella rested in her hospital bed, the only sounds the steady beeping of the machines monitoring her vitals. Anya and Emma had left just a short while ago, promising to return first thing in the morning.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of the door bursting open. Stella jolted upright, her heart pounding, as a group of masked figures swarmed into the room.

“What’s going on?!” she cried out, her voice trembling with fear. But the intruders said nothing, only advancing towards her bed.

Stella tried to reach for the call button, but one of the figures grabbed her arm, yanking her roughly from the bed. “No, let go of me!” she pleaded, struggling against their iron grip.

Another figure produced a syringe, and before Stella could react, they plunged the needle into her arm. A wave of dizziness washed over her, her limbs growing heavy as the sedative took

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effect.

“Please…

“Stella mumbled, her eyelids growing impossibly heavy. “Anya… Emma…”

But her cries for help fell on deaf ears as the masked figures bundled her limp form and carried her out of the room. Moments later, the sound of tires screeching echoed through the deserted hospital parking lot as a black van sped away into the night.

James Grey gripped the steering wheel of his car his knuckles white with tension. His men had intercepted the call – Stella had been taken. He gunned the engine, tires squealing as he peeled out of the driveway of his secluded mansion and onto the dark, winding roads.

“We’ve got to catch them before they get too far he growled, his eyes narrowed with determination. His men, seasoned operatives, sprang into action, relaying the van’s location and heading over the radio.

ahead, the black van cut through the night, weaving through traffic with reckless abandon. James pressed his foot down on the accelerator, closing the distance between them.

“There they are!” one of his men shouted, pointing ahead. James spotted the van and pushed his car to its limits, the engine roaring as he maneuvered through the sparse late–night traffic.

The van suddenly swerved, narrowly avoiding a collision with an oncoming car. James cursed under his breath, his heart racing as he followed suit, his tires screeching against the asphalt.

“Don’t let them get away!” he barked into the radio, urging his men to keep up the pursuit.

Up ahead, the van careened around a sharp turn, nearly losing control. James saw his chance and gunned the engine, pulling up alongside the van. He could see the outline of the masked figures inside, Stella’s limp form visible in the back.

“Ram them!” James ordered, and one of his men obeyed, their car slamming into the van’s side. The van careened wildly, tires screeching, but the driver managed to regain control, pressing on.

James gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowed with determination. “Don’t let them escape!” he shouted, his car surging forward once more.

The chase continued, a high–stakes game of cat and mouse through the dark, winding streets. James and his men were relentless, their vehicles jockeying for position, each side desperate to gain the upper hand.

Finally, as they approached a sharp turn, James saw his chance. He pulled his car up alongside the van, then sharply turned the wheel, ramming the side of the van with all his might.

The van careened wildly, tires screeching, and James watched in triumph as it spun out of control, crashing into a metal barrier. He brought his own car to a screeching halt, his men swarming the van even before it had come to a complete stop.

James burst through the van’s rear doors, his heart pounding. There, amid the shattered glass

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and twisted metal, was Stella, still unconscious but unharmed.