LOGINAnna's POV:
I was still in bed when Rachel's voice cut through my morning haze. "Ms. Shaw, your mother requests your immediate presence at home." She paused, then added with careful neutrality, "Mr. Simpson is there." My good mood evaporated instantly. "Jack?" I pushed myself up, irritation creeping into my voice. "Let me guess - he's there to dump his mess on my doorstep?" "Should I arrange the car?" "Yes." I swung my legs over the side of the bed. "And Rachel? Clear my afternoon schedule. I have a feeling this won't be quick." It makes me angry. When Jack and I were still married, he hardly ever visited my mother. Now that I'm divorced, he deigns to go to my house for his lover. The drive to my family home gave me time to compose myself. I reminded myself that no matter what Jack wanted, I wasn't his cleanup crew anymore. My mother was waiting in the foyer when I arrived, her expression a mix of hope and worry that I knew all too well. "Anna, darling—" My mother and grandmother were visibly relieved when I entered the door. There was no man in our family. My grandfather had died shortly after I was born, and my father had died in a car accident when I was 18. This family is supported by me, and my mother and grandmother see that and have something to rely on. My mother was a gentle, soft-spoken person who was doted on by her parents before she married, by her husband and in-laws after she married, and by me after my father died. So she has a weak personality, and I have to bear it even if I am angry in front of my mother. That's what Jack saw, and that's why he came to my house to make me. I changed into the slippers the maid handed me, took off my jacket, and took a deep breath, ready to be polite to him. Who knew that without waiting for me to say anything, Jack suddenly came over and grabbed me by the arm. His eyes landed on my neck, his eyes wide, his voice low and dangerous, "What's that on your neck?" The hickey on my neck hadn't gone away after a day and it was a little purple. I couldn't help but laugh. "Really, Jack? That's what you came here to discuss?" He grabbing my arm. "Who was it? Who dared to_" I yanked free of his grip. "Who dared? That's rich, coming from you. Need I remind you who spent our wedding night with his 'sweetheart' while I waited alone?" "Anna!" My mother hurried in, ever the peacemaker. "Jack came to visit your grandmother and me. He's a guest in our home." I took a deep breath, counting to ten silently. "Fine. Then let's discuss why you're really here, Jack. The Phoenix Project, I assume?" His jaw worked silently for a moment. "You..." He gestured vaguely at my neck again. "How could you do this to me?" "To you?" I arched an eyebrow. "I'm curious - exactly what do you think I owe you?" "Anna, You'd better not let me find that man, otherwise, I'll make him regret touching you." After saying that he left angrily. He actually didn't mention a word about the project. After Jack stormed out, I joined my mother and grandmother for lunch. The tension slowly bled from my shoulders as our housekeeper served my favorite soup. "Anna..." My mother set down her spoon. "Do you have a new boyfriend?" "Boyfriend?" I smiled into my wine glass. "Not exactly." "You and Jack... there's really no chance?" My grandmother interrupted my mother. ."Elizabeth, enough. The world is full of men better than that one. Our Anna deserves happiness, not leftovers." I leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Thank you, Grandmother. You always know exactly what to say." I finished lunch with my grandma and mom and went to the office with a fresh set of clothes. There was a video conference in the afternoon, and there was a problem with one of Shaw Crop's investment companies. The video conference quickly went into overdrive. "Ms. Shaw," one of the managers stammered, "we tried our best to—" "Clearly your best isn't good enough," I cut in. "If you can't handle this level of responsibility, perhaps it's time to reconsider your position. Resign now, and I'll ensure six months' severance plus your contractual penalty payment." My assistant Daniel Davis buzzed in. "Ms. Shaw, the Phoenix Project lead is requesting ten minutes of your time." "No." I didn't even look up from my screen. "Tell them if it's our fault, heads will roll. If it's their mess, they can clean it up themselves. And if Lucy's incompetence costs us money, Jack will be paying every penny back." Later, Rachel reported in. "Ms. Shaw, Sean Smith's medical examination is complete. Should we prepare the Goldenleaf Manor or...?" "So soon?" I was a little surprised. "Put him in the Rosa Villa." I paused, The Goldenleaf Manor is my own place and don't really like to bring outsiders back "Yes. The entire Olympus Club is buzzing about it. When people heard you were going to adopt Sean, the whole Olympus Club was envious. You're so young, beautiful, rich and newly divorced. If Sean falls in love with you, he'll have money to spend for the rest of his life." I laughed and didn't take the words to heart. Three days later, after returning from a business trip, I found myself thinking about Sean while in the shower. I decided to drive out to the villa. I found him tending to the garden, his slim frame bent over the flower beds. Watching him, doubt crept in. His build seemed ... different from what I remembered that night. Was he really the same man who had made love to me? His frame looked a little thin, and his wrists weren't much thicker than mine. Could he really throw me up during sex with this body?Anna's POV I watched his face anxiously, unsure how the business genius of the Murphy family would react. To my surprise, he simply said, "I understand," his voice gentle but firm. He pulled me into an embrace, his hand stroking my hair. "I’Il explain to Grandpa William. But you might need to bring the children to Murphy Estate more often. He's getting older, and seeing his great-grandchildren brings him joy." I hadn't expected him to acquiesce so readily, without requiring excuses or justifications. A wave of warmth washed through me, and I instinctively tightened my arms around his waist. Thinking of everything this man had sacrificed for me, even undergoing a vasectomy, filled me with both gratitude and guilt. Yet the mere thought of marriage triggered an immediate resistance. The shadow of my previous marriage and concerns about the Murphy family's complex business relationships left me hesitant. "Don't worry about it anymore," he murmured, as if reading my thoughts. H
Mary's POV My throat constricted under Marcus's iron grip, panic flooding my system as I clawed at his hand. This wasn't the reserved younger brother I remembered-this was a stranger with murder in his eyes. "If I ever hear those words from your mouth again, you won't have a voice to speak with," he whispered, each syllable dripping with venom. Humiliation burned through me like acid. Despite our distant relationship, we shared blood. Yet here he was, choosing some outsider over family. "You're threatening me? Marcus Murphy, you'd treat your own sister this way for some second-hand_" The rest of my sentence died as his fingers tightened, cutting off my airflow. "Who's the outsider here?" His voice dropped even lower. "Anna is the woman I'm going to spend my life with. She's my wife, my family." With a disgusted shove, he released me. I collapsed onto the imported Persian rug, gasping for air. My lungs burned with each desperate breath, but my pride ached worse than my brui
Marcus's POV The moment I stepped through the Murphy Estate's grand entrance with Steven trailing behind me, William's walking cane came down hard across my shoulder. Pain shot through my body, but I remained silent. This punishment, I deserved. "You ungrateful son," William roared, his weathered face contorted with rage. "Why return now? After all this time!" Each blow of his cane sent fresh waves of pain through my body, but I stood my ground without complaint. The ornate hallway that had witnessed countless Murphy family gatherings now bore witness to this reckoning. Before William could continue, the commotion drew Phillip and his family from the drawing room. Catherine rushed forward while Simon stared curiously at Steven. "Whoa, is this Uncle Marcus's illegitimate kid?" Simon blurted out, eyeing Steven with undisguised interest. Catherine immediately smacked the back of his head. "Shut your mouth before I do it for you." "Hey! Stop hitting my head," Simon complai
Anna's POV I stared at the screen of my phone, zooming in on Benedict's latest photo. The soft curve of his brow, the gentle slope of his nose I traced them with my fingertip, my heart aching with a familiar emptiness. "Annie, I keep telling you, these video calls don't do him justice," I said to Elizabeth, who was folding baby clothes nearby. "Don't you think he has Marcus's eyes? There's something about his expression that feels so familiar." Elizabeth leaned over, squinting at the screen. "That's genetics for you. But honestly, I see more of you in him. Those eyes are pure Shaw-just like yours were at that age." A pang of longing shot through my chest, sharp and insistent. The weeks since Benedict's kidnapping and recovery had crawled by at an excruciating pace. November was drawing to a close, and despite Marcus's promise to return for Thanksgiving, each day felt like an eternity. "I miss him so much it hurts," I whispered, more to myself than to Elizabeth. Margare
Catherine suddenly grew quiet, resting her chin on my desk, her expression turning serious. After a moment of silence, she looked up, her eyes betraying uncertainty. "Annie, there's something I need to tell you." I was reviewing some documents and responded without looking up. "Go ahead." "I had some tests done," she said, her tone unusually grave. This immediately caught my attention. I set down my papers and leaned forward with concern. "What kind of tests? Are you feeling alright?" Catherine shrugged, trying to appear casual despite her obvious discomfort. "Nothing serious. Just had an ultrasound done. And it confirmed something - the scar on my abdomen isn't from an appendectomy like I've always been told. Just like yours, it's from a C-section." My heart skipped a beat, and I stared at her in disbelief. "Are you sure about this?" How could I be wrong? I confirmed it multiple times. The ultrasound technician even pointed out scarring on my uterus." Her voice was st
George's POV The antiseptic smell of the hospital room clawed at my nostrils, making each breath a reminder of my confinement. Sunlight streamed through the window, mocking me with its cheerfulness while my world collapsed around me. The morning nurse had just left after changing my IV when Pax delivered the news that felt like a second heart attack. "Mr. Simpson, Jack has resigned from Simpson Group. He's... he's left town." The words hit me like physical blows. My son. My only son. Gone. I stared at the ceiling, not trusting myself to speak. The betrayal cut deeper than the pneumonia that had ravaged my lungs, deeper than the hypothermia that had nearly killed me. I'd built everything for him—the empire, the connections, the legacy. And he'd thrown it all away. The door to my private room burst open with such force that the decorative vase on the side table rattled. Mary stormed in, her usually immaculate appearance disheveled, eyes wild with a fury I hadn't seen in y
Anna's POV I stood at the entrance of the Porter mansion, cradling an elegantly wrapped gift box in my arms. We stepped into the mansion's grand foyer, immediately enveloped by the warm glow of crystal chandeliers. "Anna! Catherine!" Doris Porter's voice carried across the room as she approache
Anna's POV "Anna, grab my hand, quickly!" Logan's voice cut through the night air, filled with desperation. My wrist was caught in his grasp. I could see the veins in his forehead bulging as his entire body trembled with exertion. With the last of my strength, I reached out with my other hand
Anna's POV The words hung in the air like a grenade with its pin pulled. I sat frozen, my coffee cup suspended halfway to my lips, as my brain struggled to process what Marcus had just said. The bustling restaurant seemed to fade away, leaving only the thundering of my heart in my ears. Gabriel's
Anna's POV My lips twitched with the effort not to smile. Trust Catherine to come charging to my defense like an avenging angel in heels. Lucy immediately pivoted to her favorite role the victim. "Catherine, I'm just here with Jack," she said, eyes widening in feigned innocence. "Charity events







