INICIAR SESIÓNAfter a high-profile divorce from Skyview City's most eligible CEO, Anna Shaw is done playing the good wife. No more boardroom diplomacy, no more fake smiles for society's vultures and definitely no more heartbreak. She's rich, ruthless, and freshly single, with nothing to lose and a point to prove.When a night of champagne fueled rebellion leads her into the arms of a dangerously perfect stranger, Anna isn't looking for love she's rewriting the rules. But power always comes with a price, and freedom can be just as intoxicating and just as dangerous as desire.Sharp-tongued, unapologetic, and seductive, The Fall of Anna Shaw is a scandalous journey of reinvention, revenge, and the kind of pleasure that leaves bruises in all the right places.
Ver másMarcus's POV I stood frozen, watching Anna's profile in the afternoon sunlight. Seeing her again aroused of emotion through me so powerful I nearly staggered. My children—our twins—were growing inside her, and she had no idea I knew. "Just picking up some medication for my father," I said smoothly, forcing my voice to remain casual. "He's feeling a bit under the weather today." Elizabeth Shaw studied me with barely concealed suspicion, her protective stance beside Anna speaking volumes. “We just finished Anna's checkup. She was feeling a bit dizzy this morning." My chest tightened with concern. I wanted to step forward, to offer my arm for support, to be the one she leaned on. Instead, I maintained my careful distance, this charade of polite interest killing me by inches. "Would you like me to recommend a specialist? I have connections here." Murphy Global owned a significant stake in this hospital. "How's William doing? Is it serious?" Anna asked, her genuine concern fo
Over the following month, reports flowed in daily as Doyle's empire crumbled piece by piece. His businesses, properties, and networks fell into my hands or dissolved entirely. His allies were bought, intimidated, or eliminated. His financial resources were frozen or appropriated. Anna's POV I lay back on the examination table, trying to ignore the cold gel spreading across my abdomen as the doctor maneuvered the ultrasound wand with practiced precision. The monitor beside us flickered with grainy black and white images—my twins, their tiny forms becoming clearer with each passing week. "These babies will likely have prominent nose bridges definitely beautiful features in the making," the doctor smiled, her fingers rapidly recording data on the keyboard. My nose bridge isn't particularly high, so they must take after their father. Unbidden, my mind conjured the half-profile I'd glimpsed that morninghis nose bridge was indeed prominent. Then, Marcus Murphy's image suddenly i
"Is that what you believe?" I stared at Doyle, my voice cutting through the night air like a blade. "Your sister's feelings were entirely one-sided. I never led her on. In fact, I explicitly rejected her advances numerous times." The wind whipped around us, carrying the scent of salt and decay from the rocks below. Doyle's face contorted with rage, his knuckles white around his gun. "But she died because of you!" he screamed, his voice cracking with raw emotion. "She died right in front of you! How do you sleep at night? Doesn't her ghost haunt you?' A cold sensation spread through my chest, but not from fear. Id long ago made peace with what happened. I wasn't responsible for her choices, however tragic the outcome. "My conscience is clear," I replied, my tone as frigid as the night air. I could feel Peter's tension beside me, but my focus remained locked on Doyle. Seeing Doyle's unhinged fury, I recognized he'd passed the point of rational thought. His unpredictability m
Marcus's POV I crouched down and yanked the rag from Doyle's mouth, maintaining a calculated distance. His response was predictable—a glob of saliva launched in my direction. I sidestepped it with practiced ease, my expression unchanged while disgust and cold fury bubbled beneath the surface. Peter's reaction was immediate. He rushed forward and stomped his foot onto Doyle's face, grinding down with barely restrained rage. 'Trust me, I'll kill you," Doyle growled, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes burned with hatred, voice distorted by pain but unmistakably threatening. "Unless you kill me today, I'll murder your entire family." I stared down at him, murderous intent rising within me while maintaining my glacial exterior. Peter increased the pressure of his foot, his voice dropping to match the temperature of my gaze. "Family is off-limits, Doyle. You want to break the rules?" Blood trickled from Doyle's mouth as his eyes locked onto mine with sinister i






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