LOGIN_Does he really believe he can target Anna and my children just because he's older and connected to the Murphy family?_ The room fell silent. No one moved. Even George's security team seemed frozen, uncertain whether to help their employer or continue restraining us. "Sir!" one guard finally broke the stillness, stepping toward George. A provocatively dressed woman suddenly appeared from a side room, her high heels clicking rapidly across the floor as she rushed to George's side. "Oh my God, George! What happened to you?" she exclaimed with theatrical concern, dropping to her knees beside him. George blinked up at her through watering eyes. "Who are you?" "It's Mia, George! Don't you remember? Let me help you!" She collapsed dramatically on top of him, further restricting his already limited movement. I watched with dark amusement, recognizing Mia from Olympus Club. Rachel had made the right call. While George struggled beneath Mia's "helpful" ministrations, Rachel
Anna's POV The pristine luxury of my gilded cage was starting to suffocate me. Six months pregnant with twins and trapped in George Simpson's mansion —this wasn't exactly how I'd planned to spend my evening. Night had fallen completely outside the tall windows, stars obscured by the mansion's harsh security lights. paced the plush carpet, one hand supporting my lower back, the other protectively cradling my belly. My twins shifted restlessly inside me, as if sensing my growing determination. _Time to cause some trouble._ My gaze fell on the crystal fruit bowl sitting innocently on the coffee table. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and hurled it toward the window with all the strength I could muster. The resounding crash as glass shattered against glass sent a wave of satisfaction through me. Shards exploded outward, a few pieces raining back onto the imported carpet. The cool night air immediately rushed in, carrying the scent of freedom. One isn't enough. I turned to
Rachel'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
Marcus's POVThe door clicked shut behind Anna, her reluctant footsteps fading down the hallway. I shifted my position, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at the fresh stitches in my abdomen.Peter had maintained his professional silence during Anna's presence, but the moment she was out of ea
Marcus’s POVI never expected one house to win over Ann Song.The mansion was a gesture a calculated one. A way to test the waters while making my intentions clear, so she'd stop seeing me as some harmless "Uncle Marcus."In that regard, I succeeded. She played dumb, but not cold. That was enough.
Anna's POV The sudden chime of Marcus's phone still echoed in my mind as I stared at him, momentarily frozen. My thoughts raced at impossible speed, trying to process what had just happened. It couldn't be the timing was too perfect, too coincidental. I'd just texted my mystery lover, and Marcus'
Anna's POVI watched Marcus's car disappear down the driveway, a curious warmth blooming in my chest. The truckload of supplies he’d delivered for my grandmother’s birthday was more than generous it was overwhelming. I stood there for a moment, letting the quiet hum of gratitude settle over me befo







