LOGINJack's POV I stood frozen in the doorway of the bedroom, my lungs refusing to function properly. This secret mansion -this temple to my father's deception was bad enough. The once-pristine room had been savaged. Shards of crystal vases glittered across imported carpet. Silk bedding lay torn from the king bed. Expensive artwork hung in tatters, and the unmistakable scent of a woman's perfumenot my mother's-lingered beneath the sharp sting of spilled alcohol. "Look at your father," Mother said beside me, gesturing toward the wreckage with a bitter laugh that didn't reach her eyes. "Quite the player, isn't he? Even puts you young men to shame." The words carried a forced lightness, but I heard the tremor beneath them. A toxic mixture of disappointment, rage, and shame flooded my chest, making it impossible to respond. The father Id spent my life trying to emulate, whose approval I'd desperately sought, had been nothing but a carefully constructed facade. I moved closer to M
Anna's POV Marcus leaned close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. "Mary's here," he whispered, the two simple words sending a jolt of understanding through me. I immediately turned to Mia, deliberately softening my voice to sound protective. "Mia, don't be afraid. We'll get you out of here." Mia blinked, confusion flickering across her face before understanding dawned in her eyes. The original plan had shifted—we were no longer dealing with a "secret rendezvous" but a "forced detention." I tensed slightly, wondering if she could adapt quickly enough. Upstairs, the evidence of my and Mom's destruction spree remained uncleaned, making this new scenario more believable. The distinctive click of heels against marble echoed from the foyer, my pulse quickening in response. Suddenly, Mia launched herself away from George, her petite frame crashing dramatically into the coffee table. Crystal glasses and a fruit bowl shattered against the floor, the cacophony reverberati
_Does he really believe he can target Anna and my children just because he's older and connected to the Murphy family?_ The room fell silent. No one moved. Even George's security team seemed frozen, uncertain whether to help their employer or continue restraining us. "Sir!" one guard finally broke the stillness, stepping toward George. A provocatively dressed woman suddenly appeared from a side room, her high heels clicking rapidly across the floor as she rushed to George's side. "Oh my God, George! What happened to you?" she exclaimed with theatrical concern, dropping to her knees beside him. George blinked up at her through watering eyes. "Who are you?" "It's Mia, George! Don't you remember? Let me help you!" She collapsed dramatically on top of him, further restricting his already limited movement. I watched with dark amusement, recognizing Mia from Olympus Club. Rachel had made the right call. While George struggled beneath Mia's "helpful" ministrations, Rachel
Anna's POV The pristine luxury of my gilded cage was starting to suffocate me. Six months pregnant with twins and trapped in George Simpson's mansion —this wasn't exactly how I'd planned to spend my evening. Night had fallen completely outside the tall windows, stars obscured by the mansion's harsh security lights. paced the plush carpet, one hand supporting my lower back, the other protectively cradling my belly. My twins shifted restlessly inside me, as if sensing my growing determination. _Time to cause some trouble._ My gaze fell on the crystal fruit bowl sitting innocently on the coffee table. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and hurled it toward the window with all the strength I could muster. The resounding crash as glass shattered against glass sent a wave of satisfaction through me. Shards exploded outward, a few pieces raining back onto the imported carpet. The cool night air immediately rushed in, carrying the scent of freedom. One isn't enough. I turned to
Rachel's POV Night had finally fallen completely. Marcus and I sat in a black sedan not far from the mansion, silently observing our surroundings. I felt nervous. Marcus turned to me, his eyes reflecting trust and expectation. "You'll approach the gate." Those simple words filled me with a sense of responsibility. I took a deep breath and nodded calmly. This was the first step in our plan, and I had to execute it perfectly. "Leave it to me," I said quietly, my fingers unconsciously tightening on the edge of my jacket before deliberately relaxing them. "T'll draw their attention." The moment I left the car, the cold night air hit my face. I walked alone toward the imposing iron gates, each step firm and determined. As I pressed the intercom button, my heart raced, but I deliberately maintained a composed expression. After the intercom buzz, I watched a security guard approach from inside, wearing an expression that suggested he'd been expecting me. This made my heart sink
"No police," I replied immediately, my mind calculating the fastest rescue strategy. Involving law enforcement would only generate publicity and potentially give George time to move Anna. I wouldn't risk her or my children becoming fodder for gossip columns. "We'll split up. I'll find them. You get Mary here somehow," I ordered. "And get someone from Olympus Club to help." Rachel spoke up. "I have Mia's number. We've worked together before." "Call her," I nodded curtly. A single thought consumed me: I would get Anna and my children back, no matter the cost. If George Simpson had harmed even a hair on their heads, death would seem merciful compared to what awaited him. Anna's POV I woke with a jolt, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar ceiling above me. My hand instinctively moved to my rounded belly, seeking reassurance that my twins were safe. The events of the morning crashed back into my consciousness-the hospital, the men in suits, my mother's burned hand. _G
Anna's POVI watched Marcus's car disappear down the driveway, a curious warmth blooming in my chest. The truckload of supplies he’d delivered for my grandmother’s birthday was more than generous it was overwhelming. I stood there for a moment, letting the quiet hum of gratitude settle over me befo
Anna's POVLucy's downfall had been swift exactly as she deserved. I hadn't just reclaimed my project; I’d secured better terms than ever before."Everything's in order, Ms. Shaw," Rachel confirmed, handing over the finalized paperwork."Excellent. Cancel my afternoon meetings. I’m taking the rest
Lucy's POV My heart stopped the moment Anna’s words cut through the room like a blade: “Then we terminate our partnership.” The floor tilted beneath me, panic surging like a tidal wave up my throat. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Anna Shaw was meant to crack under pressure not flip
Anna’s POVThe dim lighting of the upscale bar couldn't mask my misery as I signaled the bartender for another drink. My third? Fourth? I'd lost count. The smooth jazz playing in the background felt like it was mocking my inner turmoil."Ms. Shaw, perhaps we should consider heading back," Rachel su







