Begging the Divorced Heiresses Back

Anya's POV:

Buzz... buzz...

As I was sleeping, my phone suddenly rang.

I picked up my phone on the bedside table. It was Kester!

"Jester? What are you calling me for this hour?"

On the other end, the line Kester's worried voice replied, "Anya, have you seen the news?"

"What news?" I rubbed my eyes, confused.

"Check on your cellphone and read the entertainment news!"

Hearing that my heart skipped a beat as I had a very bad feeling about this.

I still remember how badly I had been roasted six years ago. Back then, I was still that innocent girl, and even thought about jumping off the roof to end my life. I prayed that it would not happen to me ever again.

I shivered and unlocked my phone. And in an instant, more than five notifications popped up. And they were all about me.

"After hooking up with her brother-in-law and getting kicked out, Anya Walter has moved to her next victim!"

"The former lady of X city fell out with her family for inheritance. Her father was kicked out of the board, and she seized the family business."

"Anya Walter unwed yet pregnant. The father is unknown..."

It's just a night, but news about me was all over the Internet.

I clicked one of them open with a trembling finger, as I feared the comments below were unbearable!

It was just like what happened six years ago had taken place again! The only difference was that this time it appeared to be even more fierce.

"Hello? Anya, are you still there?" Kester's worried voice comes from the other end of the line.

However, I just looked at the comments, feeling happiness and joy sucked out for me at once. People even bought up my fake news six years ago.

I didn't dare to scroll down anymore.

"Anya, you wait there. I'm coming to you!"

"Kest..."

"Listen to me, Anya! Pull yourself together. Don't be afraid. Wait for me!" Caster said, and I could hear his hurried footsteps.

I didn't say anything and just hung up the phone.

Then, from the bedside drawer, I took out two bottles of pills with my trembling hands. They were antidepressants.

Silently, I poured several pills out and swallowed them all at once.

I had been suffering from severe depression.

At first, I merely had to take one or two antidepressants once a day. Then slowly, it became five, and now sometimes I had to take more than a dozen of them finally to calm myself down. Kester's POV:

"Anya? Hello? Anya?" I was yelling and anxiously at my phone. However, what I got in reply was a beeping sound.

Worried about Arya, I pocketed my cell phone at once, took my car keys, and stormed down to my apartment. Then, I jumped into my car and drove to Anya's hotel hastily.

I and Anya had known each other abroad since we were both kids.

At the time we were neighbors.

I was four years older than Anya, but that didn't stop the seed of romance growing inside my heart.

Later, I went back to our homeland for education. But what I didn't expect was that Anya followed me back not long after and we were actually in the same school.

Anya was not a nerd, but she was indeed very good at studying. By the age of sixteen, she was a university student already, and that made the two of us classmates once again.

Anya always kept a low profile on the campus, I, on the other hand, was patiently waiting for my crush to grow into a woman before I confessed my feelings for her.

However, when the time was finally right, the incident between Anya and Evan shocked the whole X city.

As if the luck was not on my side.

After the incident, Anya was forced to get married to Evan under the pressure of both families... And that was also my biggest regret in my life.

Half a letter, I pulled out my car in front of her hotel.

By this time, Anya had already seemed to calm herself down.

"Hey! Castor!

As soon as I walked inside, Anya greeted me with a faint smile and a cup of coffee. Realizing that she was mentally stable, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anya, you must protect yourself from their toxic words. Just don't mind them. Let them talk. Time has changed, Anya, Internet trolls and their words are capable of destroying any man or woman. Damn it. They can even bring down a powerful house or a business empire. You just have to block them!"NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Anya's POV:

Hearing Kester's words, I sighed helplessly. However, I also know that he is worried about me.

"I can ignore them. But what about my kids? I don't know what to do!" I said with a sigh. I just don't know how to fight back against such a thing.

Kester looked at me silently for a few seconds, before he patted me gently on my shoulder. "You don't have to do anything. Leave it to me then," he said, "If there is anything that you can't handle, you leave it there. I will always be with you."

Saying that he pulled me in his embrace and gave me a big hug. Leaning softly on his chest, I whispered, "Thank you so much, Kester!"

Kester had always taken good care of me and I know why. Though I was grateful to him, I didn't want to ruin his life by responding to his feelings.

After all, I am a woman who married before and had three kids with my ex-husband. And I know that Kester's traditional family would never expect a woman like me as their daughter-in-law.

Besides that, Kester was a well-known player. He had been good to not only me but also to the other female artists in his company.

"Anya, you should rest in the hotel today. Don't show up for the time being. Except for the Internet trolls, we also need to be careful with some enthusiastic maniacs. I'm worried about your safety!"

"It's okay. I'll take care of myself. Besides, I'll have to go to the office today."

Today was the day I was about to sign the bet-on agreement with Evan. And I know if I didn't go to the office, Evan would have forced me out to the Walter Group.

"Alright then, I will take you to the office later!"

I nodded. Since Kester said that he would handle this matter, I felt relieved. Kester had been doing business showbiz for years, and his team would know what to do. It was a piece of cake for him to overturn public opinion and change one's image. "Thank you."

"Stop saying that, Anya. You will never have to thank me!"