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.
