MasukGeorge's POV I was buried in financial reports when Pax knocked on my study door. "Mr. Simpson, Ms. Shaw is here to see you." His voice carried an unusual tension. My fountain pen froze mid-signature. Anna Shaw? Here? The woman had given birth days ago and should be confined to a hospital bed. Something was terribly wrong. By the time I descended to our grand living room, Mary was already glaring daggers at Anna. Jack stood awkwardly by the fireplace, his expression a mixture of concern and shame. Lucy hovered near Mary, playing the considerate daughter-in-law by offering Anna hot water. Anna had removed her heavy winter coat despite the November chill outside. Her face was ghostly pale, but those eyes... they burned with a cold fire that made my skin prickle. Rachel and Sean Smith flanked her like bodyguards. "Mr. Simpson," Anna began without preamble, "I’Il be direct. I'm here to make a business proposition." I arranged my features into a mask of mild curiosity. "Bus
Jack's POV I stood before my father in his study, my heart clenched like it was caught in a vise. The expensive leather-bound books lining the walls and the desk between us seemed to mock the ugliness of our conversation. "I just want to know one thing," I said, struggling to keep my voice steady. "Does Anna's baby's kidnapping have anything to do with you?" Father slammed his pen holder against the desk. The sharp crack echoed through the room as his eyes flashed with that imperious authority I'd grown to resent. "For Anna Shaw, you fight with your mother and now with me? Is there nothing in that head of yours except Anna Shaw?" His voice was dangerously low. Each word hammered against my chest. I didn't care how terrible I looked at that moment-I needed to know. "I just want to know if Anna's baby's kidnapping has anything to do with you," I repeated, my voice trembling with suppressed rage. Father exploded. "What if it does? What if it doesn't? When will you grow
Mary's POV I stretched my legs across the sofa, wincing as the movement tugged at my bruised arm. That Elizabeth Shaw had more strength than I'd ever given her credit for. The scratches on my face stung, a constant reminder of my humiliation at the hospital. My attention snapped to the foyer as the front door opened. George strode in with Pax Powell trailing behind him like some obedient lapdog. Neither spared me a glance as they headed straight for the staircase. "George," I called out, my voice sharper than intended. "The police came by today." He paused, one foot on the first step, and turned just enough to look at me over his shoulder. His expression could have frozen hell itself. "Perhaps I should be asking you that question." His gaze swept over my injured face, his lip curling in disgust. "Since you've managed to get yourselt mauled like some alley cat." The casual cruelty of his words struck like physical blows. After these years of marriage, this was what I'd be
Anna's POV I stood outside the operating room, feeling numb to my core. First Benedict’s kidnapping, I now Loga Fighting for his life after being stabbed while trying to save my son. Why did everyone who cared for me end up in danger? The question circled endlessly in my mind. Doris Porter and Oscar had rushed to the hospital. Doris held Elizabeth in her arms, both women fighting back tears, afraid to add to my burden. I stared blankly at the closed operating room doors, my thoughts scattered like broken glass. Oscar approached quietly, gently guiding my head to rest on his shoulder. I didn't resist or cry— I just accepted the small comfort in this moment of overwhelming despair. "Everything will be okay, Anna. Everything will be okay," he whispered, his words like a distant flicker of light in darkness, though we both knew things were far from simple. Oscar squeezed my hand. "I'm going to monitor the police search. I'll let you know immediately if there's any news." His d
Anna's POV The head nurse stepped forward, tear tracks staining her face. "Ms. Shaw, I'm so sorry. We took the babies for their bath, everything was normal. Both babies were quiet throughout." "It's chilly in the corridor between the bath area and nursery," she continued, voice trembling. "We always wrap them tightly before bringing them back. When we unwrapped Benedict, his eyes were closed. We thought he was sleeping." "It wasn't until Rachel came to check that we realized Benedict had been... switched." She gestured to another nurse holding an unfamiliar infant. "We don't know exactly when the substitution occurred." I stepped closer to the strange baby, studying his features. Definitely not my son. Benedict's chin was more pointed, his eye shape longer, his nose bridge higher. 'Take Sophia to my private room," I instructed Betty, no longer trusting the hospital security. My daughter's tiny cries cut through the chaos, as if she sensed her twin's absence. When I touched
Logan's POV I launched after him without thinking, my body moving on pure adrenaline. The cold night air hit my face as we burst through the hospital doors. The fake doctor was heading toward a black sedan with its engine running. "Stop!" I shouted, lunging forward to grab his white coat. I caught the fabric, yanking hard enough to throw us both off balance. We crashed onto the freezing pavement, the impact knocking the wind from my lungs. In the struggle, I caught a glimpse of the tiny bundle being passed to someone in the waiting car. "Give back that child!" I demanded, scrambling to my feet. The sedan's tires squealed against the asphalt as it peeled away, taking the infant with it. A wave of despair washed over mel'd failed to stop them. Cold metal suddenly pressed against my abdomen, followed by searing pain that stole my breath. The fake doctor twisted the knife before yanking it out, his face contorted with rage. "You should have minded your own business," he
Anna's POV I shook my head. "Samuel already has Mia playing his 'companion. Let's leave Nora out of this for now." Honestly, I had planned to discuss Samuel with Marcus-to share my suspicions and perhaps develop a strategy. But now that he'd returned to Europe, I was on my own. The phantom pressu
Anna's POV Standing before me, Samuel Griffin was undeniably fit, his physique speaking to regular workouts and a disciplined lifestyle. His arms looked powerful, his abdominal muscles well-defined beneath droplets of water that clung to his skin. I quickly averted my eyes, focusing instead on ar
Jack's POV The door to my office flew open with unusual urgency. Pax, my assistant, burst in without his typical measured composure. "Mr. Simpson, we've located Mr. Griffin." His voice carried a tension that immediately captured my attention. My heartbeat quickened despite my efforts to remain o
Anna's POV I stared at the converted warehouse before me, its industrial façade illuminated by flickering electric blue neon lights. This was definitely not the upscale venue I had expected Samuel Griffin to choose. "A pool hall?" I asked, unable to keep the surprise from my voice as I adjusted







