Five days later, the Cooper family mansion received a huge gift box on their doorstep. Daniel, who couldn't even tell what was real and what was fake, was put into a big box and delivered to the Cooper family mansion with a note from the Jones family head that read, “The Cooper family must change their heir or disappear from Millennium City." Grandfather Cooper looked at his eldest grandson and realized that he had stepped on some big toes. He felt angry at this blatant disregard for the Cooper family name, but realized there was nothing he could do anyway. The Cooper family was not the Jones family's match, and he could only swallow the bitter pill. After their family doctor checked Daniel and pronounced that he was “losing his grip on sanity,” grandfather Cooper made arrangements for Daniel to be sent out of the country for psychiatric treatment, and during the next shareholder meeting, Lawrence was promoted to president of Cooper Industries with the excuse that Daniel traveled a
Alexa bid her father goodbye at the airport, and they shared a heartwarming hug. The announcement echoed through the air, and the chatter of people in different languages filled the atmosphere as travelers rushed to check in. Alexa got in line, waving at her father one last time, and made her way through security to her designated gate. ~~~ On an Italian flight bound for Ivory City, Morgan Wright got down from the famous Wright Airlines, a subsidiary of the Wright Corporation. Wright Airlines is a luxury airline that serves over 150 destinations throughout the world and has large and spacious first class cabins that boast elegance and luxurious decor. The carefully selected attendants gave their passengers world class services, and the many amazing services like celebrity chef signature dishes, designer sleep suits, luxury duvets, and Dior amenities kits given to passengers made it so that customers experienced the highest level of comfortability and luxury. Morgan was feeling an
“Are you okay, miss?” asked Morgan in his smooth and velvety voice. He had noticed all her little actions. Alexa was in a trance, looking at Morgan in a daze, until he waved his hands in front of her. She held the hand swaying in front of her and blocking her view of this adonis in place. Her fingers grazed his calloused fingers, sending tremors through her body. She opened her mouth to speak, feeling embarrassed by her blatant stare and hugging him earlier. “I'm sorry I mistook you for someone. I was..." "Get away from him!” said Peter, who had just returned and witnessed the scene of Alexa holding his boss's hand and roughly pushing her away from him. "Sorry, sir, are you okay?” Peter asked and proceeded to take out wet wipes from his pocket and handed them to Morgan, who also started wiping his hands and threw them into the trash can. Morgan was a clean freak; he liked wiping his hands at regular intervals, making Peter always carry a wet wipe along. “I didn't know something u
ALEXA POV “Welcome to Ivory City, my dear, favorite niece,” my uncle said, pulling me in for a hug. “Very funny; I thought I was your only niece,” I said, pulling out my tongue and making fun of my uncle. I had finally found him talking on the phone after I dragged my suitcase away in anger from that arrogant jerk. You can imagine my annoyance when some flight attendants I passed were whispering about how handsome he was and how wonderful it would feel to be his woman. One said he's so hot and that he was more handsome than all her handsome celebrity male crushes combined. Another said it was a shame that he didn't like women and was gay. One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression
I stood in front of the mirror and took a final look at my appearance. I was dressed in a stunning sleeveless red backless bodycon dress that hugged my figure perfectly, showing all my curves, and was paired with elegant black heels. A delicate golden heart-shaped pendant adorned my neck, with the gem resting gracefully between my perky breasts. My hair was styled in a chic ponytail with curls at the ends, with a few curly tendrils framing my face. I had applied light makeup, accentuating my features, and sported a bold red lipstick to complete the look. I walked out of the room satisfied and ready to have fun. On reaching the living room, I saw Elise sitting on the couch, looking like a hot mess with her purple colored hair in a bob cut. She was wearing a short black leather skirt with a light shade of purple club top, black boots, smokey eye makeup, and her lips painted in a dark red color. “And who the hell allowed this crazy girl in here? Elise or whatever you call yourself, get
I walked towards Elise, and she yanked me away as if she was fleeing from the devil. She held my hands in a strong grip, pulling me from the entrance, making our way through the crowds of people, and finally letting go of me after we sat down in a private booth. "Hey, what was that for?” I asked, looking at Elise, to explain her strange behaviour. "Alexa, why did you say that to him? Do you know him?” Elise asked, her voice barely above a whisper, and then looked around in fear, as if checking if it was safe to talk. I looked at her with question marks written all over my face. She saw my confusion, leaned in close to my ears, and said in a low voice, “He is the definition of a devil's incarnate. He's violent, cruel, and vicious, and rumours have it that he hates women the most. He can kill without batting an eye. Even though most of the big shots in Ivory City would always try to please him and seem friendly to him on the surface, they avoid stepping on his toes at all costs bec
I fumbled with the door knob and tried to open it and run out, but the damn door wouldn't bulge. One of the men standing guard walked towards me, holding a gun. He pointed the nozzle at my head upon reaching me. “Who are you?” He growled menacingly. My pupils dilated in fear, and when I saw all eyes trained on me, especially that of the man who sat at the head of the table and had his intense gaze on me for the entire time and never moved it elsewhere, a bold idea came into my mind. I had to appease the most powerful person in this room, and I already had an inkling of who it was. I glanced up at Morgan and pouted, making my face look like a neglected wife with lowered eyes, and said, whining, “Babe, you said you wouldn't take long, but I waited for ages, and now that I'm here, you don't even spare me a glance. Is your work more important to you than spending time with me?" The temperature in the room dropped even lower at my words as everyone moved their attention from me towards M
MORGAN'S POV I stiffened at her closeness to me, but that didn't stop the warmth I felt from her body spreading to mine and making me feel things I had not felt in 16 years. It was like an electric current coursing through my veins and making me feel warm and fuzzy. In the last 16 years of my life, apart from being allergic to women, my illness has brought me an intense feeling of coldness. No matter what I did, I could cover myself with the heaviest duvets, and even if I was in a room that had a heater on in it, I still felt cold. Later, I just made it so that wherever I was, the air conditioning would always be on full blast. The cold never bothered me anyway. But the more I held this petite being in my arms, I felt as if she was fire and I was ice. She was making me feel warm and hot all over and melting all the ice within me. I looked at her bare back and flawless smooth skin, and my eyes followed down to reach the low V-cut of her dress; the V part was just above her buttock