เข้าสู่ระบบAnna's POV My heart skipped a beat. My fingers shook as I took the phone, afraid to hope yet unable to stop myself. When his face appeared on screen-that face I'd feared I'd never see again— something inside me shattered. Tears spilled down my cheeks in hot, unstoppable streams. "I'm sorry for making you worry again," Marcus said, his voice warm and familiar through the speakers. His eyes were clouded with guilt. I tried to respond, but my throat constricted painfully. All I could do was shake my head vigorously, tears flying everywhere. I knew I looked terrible-red-faced and snotty-but I couldn't control it. Every fear, every sleepless night, every moment of despair since Benedict's kidnapping crystallized into those tears. "Don't cry. I have good news-your son is here," he said urgently. "I swear I'll bring Benedict back without a scratch. Trust me." The news hit me like an electric shock. My son was alive. My tears only fell harder, my breath coming in ragged gasps. T
A 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
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
Anna's POV "Yes, after the charity gala, you left with Samuel. Isn't that a fact?" Mary said venomously, her voice filled with contempt. "Who knows where you two went to fool around afterward? Everyone in Skyview City knows what kind of woman you are. We don't even need to smear your reputation
Anna's POV William's face lit up instantly. "Perfect timing! Bring it here, please." The butler handed him the tablet and discreetly withdrew. William adjusted his position on the bench, patting the seat beside him. "Come sit, Annie. Let's see what my wayward son is up to." I hesitated, suddenl







