LOGINShare
The Return of Marcus Murphy
Last Updated:
2025-05-14 17:55:42
Latest chapter
One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle An Expensive Lesson
Anna's POVAfter everyone left, I turned to Marcus with a small, grateful smile. “I owe you dinner, at the very least. Are you free tonight?”His gaze held mine, steady and unreadable. “I am.”Le Ciel was the sort of place that required booking months in advance, but the maître d’ nearly stumbled over himself when Marcus arrived. Within minutes, we were escorted to a private dining room overlooking Skyview City's glittering skyline.“Uncle Marcus,” I began once we had ordered, my tone sincere, “I can’t thank you enough for today. Without your intervention, Shaw Corp and Simpson Group would’ve imploded.”He sat comfortably across from me, his presence calm but commanding every inch the man who didn’t need to raise his voice to dominate a room.“You gave away too much,” he said. “Two percent profit share? That’s not a small concession.”I shook my head, oddly at peace despite the numbers. “You actually helped me more than you realize. I was prepared to walk away from Phoenix altogether.
One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle Terms of Survival
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 the entire damn table. She’s bluffing, I told myself, clinging to the hope like a lifeline. She has to be bluffing. The Phoenix Project was a guaranteed win. No sane executive would walk away from a goldmine over some glorified escort. But the look in Anna’s eyes wasn’t the look of someone bluffing. It was cold. Unflinching. Calculated. I forced a calm expression onto my face, though my mind spiraled through the implications. Without Phoenix, I’d lose everything my position, my leverage. My title as General Manager wasn’t just a job; it was my legitimacy in the eyes of the Simpson family. Months of carefully cultivated goodwill with Mary Simpson would vanish. All that effort to position
One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle Gifts & Goodbye
Anna’s POVI woke the next morning feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. Every muscle in my body ached, screaming in protest with even the slightest movement.Rachel stood beside the bed, her face pale and stricken as she clutched a shopping bag. My dress from last night was crumpled in the trash like a discarded rag, far from the elegant designer piece it once was.I pulled back the covers and stared at myself in horror. Bruises and marks painted across my skin like some twisted souvenir."What the hell...?""I'm so sorry, Ms. Shaw," Rachel said, her voice thick with guilt. "This is my fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone, even to pay the bill. I—"“It’s not your fault,” I interrupted firmly, tossing the covers aside and standing despite the pain. “Was it him again?”Rachel’s eyes widened at the sight of my body. She quickly handed me a robe. “Most likely. I looked everywhere for you every hotel near the bar. I was about to call the police when someone sent me your hotel and room n
One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle Glass & Fire
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 suggested from her position beside me, her voice carefully professional despite the concern in her eyes.I ignored her, downing the amber liquid in one swift motion. The burn in my throat was a welcome distraction from the inferno of anger and hurt blazing inside me. This wasn't my usual style Anna Shaw didn't drink herself into oblivion in public. But tonight was different."Another," I demanded, sliding the empty glass forward.Rachel frowned but didn't argue. She'd been with me long enough to know when to push and when to stand back.Tonight, her job was simple: keep the vultures away while I nursed my wounds with expensive whiskey.This was the second time I looked like this. The first was
One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle The Cost of Power
Anna’s POV“Ms. Shaw, the Simpsons have requested your presence at their residence immediately.”The message flashed across my phone screen, stark and direct.I stared at it for a few seconds, thumb hovering over the screen. I could feel the slow curl of irritation wrapping around my chest. Then I typed my reply with clipped precision:“I’ll be there in an hour.”From across the room, Rachel looked up from her laptop, brows furrowing in concern. “You’re actually going?”“Know your enemy,” I said coolly, gathering my coat and phone. “And right now, the Simpsons are definitely the enemy.”The drive to the Simpson estate felt longer than usual, each minute dragged down by the weight of anticipation. As my car rolled past the towering wrought iron gates and crunched over the gravel driveway, I spotted Lucy’s sleek black sedan parked right at the entrance. Front and center.Not just a coincidence.A declaration.She was staking her claim.Inside, the grand foyer was flooded with warm after
One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle A Seat at the Lion’s Table
Anna’s POVThe screen on my phone lit up, and I immediately felt the pull of dread tighten in my chest.Joint Phoenix Project Meeting 9:00 AM TomorrowLocation: Simpson HQ – Boardroom BI stared at it for a few seconds, my jaw clenching. No warning. No discussion. Just a forced summons with barely twelve hours’ notice.Typical Jack.I didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t even bother hiding the cold fury creeping beneath my skin. Not this time.“Daniel. Rachel.” My voice sliced through the quiet of my office. “Clear your schedules. You’re coming with me to the Phoenix meeting.”Rachel appeared in the doorway almost instantly, heels clicking against the polished floor. She already had her tablet in hand. “Just the three of us? What about Sean and the rest of the technical team?”My eyes never left the glowing screen. “Exactly what they want. If we show up with our full team, they’ll spin it as formal mediation.”She hesitated. “And this isn’t mediation?”“No,” I said flatly, finally setti
You may also like
Her Graceful War Song
Summer's Blaze804.3K viewsTo Be Yours Again
Taylor983.4K viewsMarried by Mistake: Mr. Whitman's Sinner Wife
Sixteenth Child12.9M viewsSIN
MercyCrown1.0M viewsThe Rise of the Betrayed Billionaire's Ex-Wife
Miss Queen Mikayla14.3K viewsStuck between the billionaires
Sassie_presh625 viewsMy Professor Lectured My Heart
Nova Blaq296 viewsAbandoned by my ex, I accept his boss proposal
Stella Vivian 399 views
