로그인A ghost of a smile crossed his face. "At least I'm finally not just a supporting character in your life." I fell silent. The irony wasn't lost on me, but I couldn't find the energy to respond. My mind remained fixed on Benedict, my missing piece. As I left Logan's room, my phone buzzed with another update from Rachel. The car used in the kidnapping had been found, stripped and abandoned. Another dead end. Another thread of hope snipped away. The winter sun cast long shadows across Skylake District as Clayton pulled up to the entrance of Shaw Estate. I stared at my family home through the car window, feeling nothing but a hollow ache where my heart should be. Seventy-two hours had passed since Benedict was taken. Seventy-two hours of hell. "We're here, Ms. Shaw," Clayton announced quietly, his usual professional tone softened with concern. I nodded mechanically and allowed him to help me from the car. My body felt simultaneously weightless and impossibly heavy as I move
Anna's POV The detective's face told me everything before he even opened his mouth. Three days of searching, and the defeated slump of his shoulders spoke volumes. My fingers dug into the hospital blanket so hard my knuckles turned white. "Ms. Shaw," he began, removing his hat, "we've found the man who stabbed Mr. Porter and took your son." For one breathtaking moment, hope bloomed in my chest. "And Benedict?" The detective's eyes dropped to the floor. "The suspect was found dead in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. He'd been shot execution-style." The air in the room suddenly felt too thin. My lungs strained against my ribs as I forced myself to breathe. "And my son?" My voice sounded foreign to my own earshollow and distant. There was no sign of the infant at the scene." Each word hammered another nail into my composure. The killer's death meant our strongest lead to finding Benedict had vanished. The person who could have confirmed George Simpso
Rachel's POV The bitter November wind sliced through my wool coat as I sprinted across the airport terminal, scanning each passing family for signs of an infant. My eyes burned from exhaustion after twenty straight hours without sleep, but the thought of stopping never crossed my mind. Not when Benedict was still missing. 'Terminal C is clear," I reported into my phone, my voice raspy from overuse. "Any updates from the train station?" "Nothing," Clayton replied, his typically composed tone now ragged with frustration. "Oscar and I have checked every passenger three times over. These people think we're insane." I leaned against a pillar, watching Jack Simpson approach from the airport's west wing. The bags under his eyes had deepened to bruise-like shadows, and his expensive coat hung wrinkled and askew. I never thought I'd see the day when I felt sympathy for a Simpson. "You should rest," I told him, though I knew neither of us would. Jack shook his head, his gaze distant. "I
Jack's POV The steering wheel felt cold beneath my clenched fingers as I pulled up to the Simpson family's western estate. My heart hammered against my ribs while bitter November wind cut through my coat the moment I stepped outside. The property's security lights cast harsh shadows across the manicured grounds, turning the familiar landscape into something sinister. "Mr. Simpson," the housekeeper's eyes widened as she opened the door. "We weren't expecting you tonight." "I need information," I said, brushing past her into the warmth of the foyer. "Has there been a blond foreign man staying here recently?" Her hesitation told me everything before she even spoke. "Yes, sir. A Mr. Doyle. He's been here for several days, but left this morning and hasn't returned." _Doyle_. The name landed like a stone in my stomach. I barely thanked her before rushing back to my car. This confirmed it—my father had collaborated with Marcus Murphy's enemy from Europe. The pieces fell into pl
Jack's POV I bolted out the front door of Simpson mansion, my lungs burning as the frigid November air hit my throat. Anna was just reaching the iron gates, her figure silhouetted against the twilight sky. "Anna, wait!" I called, my voice sounding pathetically desperate even to my own ears. "Let me help you find him." She turned, her eyes meeting mine for the briefest moment. In that split second, I saw nothing but ice -all warmth that had once been reserved for me now extinguished completely. "Not necessary," she replied, her voice flat and empty. No hesitation, no consideration. She slid into the waiting car without a backward glance. I stood frozen as her car pulled away, my chest constricting with a pain that felt almost physical. Was this really all that remained of our relationship? The couple who had once shared everything, now couldn't share even a moment of basic humanity. Without thinking, I hurried back to my car and followed her at a distance. Skyview City
George'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
Anna's POV I stood my ground despite the way his body had me pinned against the wall. The dim lighting of the hallway cast half his face in shadow, making him look like a stranger rather than the man I'd once promised to love forever. "Jack, you're drunk," I said flatly. "Step back." His brows
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
Anna's POV He had noticed me, and that look in his eyes sent a cold chill down my spine. I watched as he whispered something in Nora's ear before making his way toward me. "Ms. Shaw, it's been a while," Samuel said as he approached. His posture was relaxed, confident-the stance of a predator who
Rachel's POV I stood in the hospital room watching Samuel Griffin. The doctors had treated the aphrodisiac in his system. His face was no longer red, his breathing normal, but fury filled his eyes. "Your boss made a mistake," Samuel said, glaring at me from the bed. "Tell Anna Shaw I won't fo







