Mag-log inAnna's POV Marcus's arms felt like steel bands around me as he carried me toward the elevator. My heart beat so hard I was certain he could feel it through my blouse. The warmth radiating from his chest made it difficult to maintain my composure, and I hated that my body betrayed me this way. "Put me down," I said, my voice edged with irritation. Marcus acted as if he hadn't heard me, striding directly into the elevator without breaking his pace. From the corner of my eye, I caught Joseph deliberately blocking Rachel and Clayton from following us. Rachel's expression hardened, her protective instincts clearly kicking into overdrive. She'd be furious about this—my safety was her top priority, after all. The moment the elevator doors closed, I tried again. "Uncle Marcus, please put me down. I'm perfectly fine now." After that bland rice porridge, strength had returned to my limbs. There was absolutely no reason for him to continue carrying me like this. "I'm not tired," he
Anna's POV I barely made it to the restroom before my stomach emptied itself violently. The cigarette smoke had triggered something primal and unstoppable. I gripped the cold porcelain, my knuckles white as I heaved until there was nothing left but bitter bile. Pregnancy had transformed my body into a foreign landscape. Before, Id merely disliked cigarette smoke; now, the mere whiff sent me spiraling into nausea so intense it made my vision blur. I slumped against the wall, sweat beading along my hairline. Rachel hovered nearby, concern etched across her face, but there was little she could do. My mouth tasted like acid, and my legs felt like they'd been replaced with wet noodles. The bathroom door suddenly burst open. Through my watery vision, I made out Marcus Murphy's tall figure, his expression twisted with concern. Before I could process what was happening, strong arms scooped me up like I weighed nothing. "I've got you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble I could
Anna's POV The dining room hummed with possibility. I surveyed the faces around me: Catherine with her characteristic intensity, Jasmine Butler's shrewd business acumen, Nora's newfound confidence, and Mason's barely contained excitement. "Ms. Shaw, the livestream numbers for Nora's tea presentations have exceeded all projections," Mason leaned forward, tablet in hand, eyes bright with success. "In just one month, we've reached nearly a million followers, and revenue projections suggest we'll double our previous estimates by quarter's end." I caught Nora sitting straighter, a quiet pride transforming her features. Gone was the fragile woman who'd once believed herself worthless; in her place sat a poised professional. The satisfaction of witnessing her transformation warmed my chest more than I cared to admit. "I have a colleague who specializes in heritage embroidery," Jasmine said, her tone direct as always. "An artform passed down through generations. She's looking for th
Marcus'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
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 Peter shifted uncomfortably, his professional demeanor cracking under my scrutiny. "Miss Shaw, Mr. Murphy specifically asked me not to worry you with unnecessary details." "I'm already worried," I snapped, gesturing at his injured arm. "Spill it. Now." He sighed in defeat. "Mr. Murph
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
Anna's POV I exhaled deeply, deciding to be honest with Oscar. "You're right. I actually did fall from a building." Oscar's face immediately transformed, his expression hardening with concern. "What the hell, Anna? Are you out of your mind? What did you do this time?" I couldn't stand his m







