LOGINRachel'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
Marcus's POV I sat in the VIP room of restaurant, barely registering the exquisite spread before me. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Anna and those twins growing inside her. When Joseph Walker strode in, his incredulous expression only irritated me further. "I thought you weren't coming back to America for a while," he said, dropping into the seat across from me. "What changed? There's nobody here worth risking your neck for." An inexplicable anxiety gnawed at my insides. It had been growing stronger all morning, like some primal warning system blaring in my skull. "Who says there isn't?" I replied testily. Joseph raised an eyebrow. "William? Since when did you become such a dutiful son?" I fixed him with an icy stare. "Anna Shaw." His eyes widened comically, and my irritation deepened. "She's already pregnant, and you're still pining for her?" Disbelief colored his voice. "It's mine." The words left my mouth with quiet certainty, accompanied by a
Anna's POV When I saw my mother's delicate hand completely red and inflamed, my heart clenched painfully. Elizabeth had never even washed a dish in her life-this burn must be severe. "What happened?" I asked with concern, ignoring George Simpson completely to focus on my mother's injury. I carefully placed her hand in the bowl of ice water the housekeeper had brought. "How did you burn yourself?" Elizabeth's eyes were rimmed with tears, but there was a defiance in her expression I rarely saw. "I accidentally burned myself, it's nothing. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to hit his face with it." Her voice dropped to a furious whisper. "I've never met someone so disgusting." I remained silent, focusing on keeping my mother's hand submerged in the ice water, not letting her pull away despite her natural instinct to withdraw from the cold. Normally, Elizabeth was incredibly sensitive, complaining for hours about the smallest bump or bruise, but now she seemed oblivious to the pa
Anna's POV I stared at the two men in identical dark suits standing before me in the hospital waiting area. The fluorescent lights glinted off their perfectly polished shoes, making them look even more ominous. "Excuse me?" I rested my hand on my swollen belly protectively. "I'm waiting for my mother and assistant to return." The taller one stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "We already have your mother, Ms. Shaw. Now you need to come with us quietly." My blood turned to ice. "We're in a public place filled with pregnant women and medical staff. You can't possibly think-" "We can and we will," the second man interrupted, moving behind my chair. "And if you cause a scene, we can't guarantee the safety of those babies you're carrying." The casual threat made my skin crawl. I scanned the waiting room desperately. Rachel and Mom should have returned by now. Where were they? "My phone," I demanded, holding out my hand. "Let me call my mother first." The sh
Anna's POV I allowed Elizabeth to guide me into her private tea room, her fingers gripping my wrist with surprising strength. The door clicked shut behind us, and she immediately whirled to face me, her eyes wide with concern. 'Tell me the truth, Annie. Why is Marcus Murphy here? What's going on between you two?" Her voice was hushed but intense, as if she feared the walls might be listening. I took a deep breath, suddenly finding it difficult to meet her gaze. "It's exactly what you think, Mom." Elizabeth's hand flew to her mouth, her already wide eyes growing impossibly wider. "Oh my God. Does this mean I'll become in-laws with William Murphy?" A startled laugh escaped me. "Mom, is that seriously your main concern right now? Nothing else bothers you?" She straightened her shoulders, her expression growing serious. "I've had my suspicions from the very beginning. The way he looked at you that first night he drove you home, calling you 'Annie' in front of us all-l knew the
Anna's POV Deep down, I was certain Marcus Murphy wouldn't return. My thoughts drifted back to Christmas when I'd traveled all the way to Europe to find him, only to be met with silence and rejection. That memory still stung, a wound I refused to acknowledge but couldn't quite ignore. The myste
I nearly dropped my phone, staring at those three simple words on the screen. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to escape my chest. With trembling fingers, I hastily wrapped myself in my silk robe, not even bothering to call Lily for assistance. My damp hair clung to my neck a
Mary's POV My cheeks burned as Father's words cut through me like a serrated knife. How dare he scold me in front of everyone especially that insufferable Catherine? I straightened my silk blouse, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. "I'm only trying to uphold the standards of this f
Anna's POV Sunlight streamed through the hospital window, casting a warm glow across Lucius's pale face. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the beeping monitors confirming what the doctors had told us—he'd survived the critical forty-eight hours. Relief washed over me like a gentle tide.







