RYAN BURKEI drove to Menace Lounge, Stefan's bar, ordered a bottle of wine, and made my way to the private area of the bar. As soon as I sat down, I emptied my glass, hoping the drink would drown my sorrows, and nervously lit a cigarette. I dialed Stefan's number:"Hello, my dear cousin!" he said, his voice cheerful as always. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your call at this hour of the afternoon?""No sarcasm, Stefan!" I said, my voice still cold and restless. "Come to Menace. I need to talk to you.""Okay, okay, hotshot. I'll be there in twenty minutes."With a beep, the call ended. A few minutes later, he walked through the door of the private room with another bottle of wine."I thought it wise to bring more wine!" he said, sitting next to me and pouring a glass. "What's so important that you called me at this hour? Did something happen to Morgana?""No," I fell silent for a few minutes, gathering my strength to complete the sentence. "Elena is pregnant...""Damn it! Shit! Shit
MORGANA FOSTERTwo weeks later, she was still recovering."I didn't feel comfortable with Ryan's departure. In recent days, he was solely focused on the company," Sorya told me everything he did for me and how he stayed here to take care of me in the previous weeks. I noticed he was thinner; perhaps taking care of his diet wasn't his priority.I felt foolish for not seeing his effort, but I couldn't let feelings bloom in my heart again; I needed to be sane to get out of this relationship. We married for a contract, a marriage of convenience, without feelings, but I broke that rule in the first year, and he broke my heart always choosing to stay by Elena's side.So why would I keep having feelings now?Days in that hospital. Ryan had returned to the company and visited me a few times. More often when Elliot started coming to see me after his shifts.After that day he left for a meeting, he didn't stay around much longer, always receiving mysterious calls and leaving. James came to visit
MORGANA FOSTERThe next morning, after the doctor's visit, Bethany was still here organizing all the things I still had scattered around the room. I couldn't ask for a better friend than her.My heart was mostly broken, but, on the other hand, warmed by the kindness and comfort of having someone to rely on in these moments."It's not about the child; I would be willing to love it as if it were my own. It's because of the lie and the extent it reached. It created a new life. And it would be a constant bond between them; I didn't want to be in the middle again."I sighed, watching Bethany finish packing my clothes into the bag."Where are we going now?" she asked."I thought about our downtown apartment," I replied. "It's not far from here.""As much as I love you, our little apartment in downtown Rookgaard doesn't provide the comfort you need right now," she said, tapping her fingers on her lips. "We can go to your house, the mansion.""Ryan still lives there," I murmured sadly. "He'll
MORGANA FOSTERI'm home, but I couldn't sleep, despite being tired. Every time I closed my eyes, I ended up thinking about Ryan and the hot kiss we exchanged yesterday. Why did I have to love him? Why did I have to feel this way?Damn it. I can't give in to desires and let this feeling grow again. I sighed, throwing the pillow over my face to muffle a scream. Bethany had gone to the hospital, but before that, she came here and checked all my bandages, my medicines. I want to repay her, and I know she won't accept, but she deserves it for taking such good care of me.I stretched, looking at the clock on my cell phone; it was already 9:00 AM, Ryan must have already left for work so I could go get my coffee. I slid out of bed carefully, feeling the tense muscles from the poorly slept night. I looked over to the side of the bed and the crutches were there. I grabbed them with a resigned sigh, swinging myself on them as I made my way to the window; the garden outside the room was truly lush
RYAN BURKEElena came here, I had totally forgotten that I was supposed to meet her for coffee this morning. Her face was pale, and she was squeezing her hands so tightly that the tips of her fingers had lost their color. I got up from the table, grabbing her by the waist and trying to guide her out of the kitchen, but she didn"t move. She trembled involuntarily, and her normally bright eyes were dull, reflecting a deep anguish that pierced my heart."Elena, what are you doing here?" My voice was soft but filled with concern as I tried to remain calm in the face of her obvious distress. I tried to wrap my arm around her, offering her some comfort, but she pushed me away and looked at Morgana with hatred.Morgana swallowed hard and continued sipping her coffee, but when she finally looked at Elena, she stared at me with eyes as wide as two oranges."Take her to the couch, Ryan!" Morgana practically shouted. "Quickly! Winnie, help me get to the living room."I quickly picked up Elena, wh
ELLIOT SHARONEven after all these days away from Morgana, it feels like not a single day has passed. Since that distressing moment in the hospital, when she was on the verge of anaphylactic shock, I had to stay calm to operate and find out the cause of the allergic reaction during surgery. There wasn't a more tense moment in my career. As I held the scalpel, my hands trembled not just from the surgical challenge before me, but also from the overwhelming concern for her. Every precise movement I made in that operating room was driven by the desire to have her well and safe by my side again.As much as I tried to maintain a professional distance, it was impossible to ignore the connection growing between us each day. However, even in the face of this growing love, there was a shadow looming over us: her contractual marriage to the man she loved. Morgana deciding to get a divorce didn't eliminate all the barriers that separated us. There were unresolved issues, past hurts that still need
MORGANA FOSTERMy heart was tired of being pushed aside every time Elena showed up. Now, she had plenty of reasons to come around whenever she wanted.I sighed with all the sadness hanging over me again. Why was I feeling this way? Elliot hadn’t replied to me all day, and honestly, I just wanted him to respond so we could talk. It’s not like Bethany wasn’t my best friend of course she was but at this moment, I needed to talk to someone who could help me forget Ryan.The memories of the night we slept at the apartment flooded my mind, and they were definitely the best I had with him, how he made me feel special with just one kiss. For months, he harbored feelings for me, defended me during that awkward dinner with the "paper couple."And he always treated me well, even before all this. He even attended my father’s funeral. Looking back, he had treated me well since the beginning of the internship. Was I the only one crazy enough not to notice?Winnie brought me lunch in my room when Rya
MORGANA FOSTERThe morning sun was shining brightly through the open window. I barely slept at all the night before. All I wanted was to get this feeling out of me, for Ryan to just sign the divorce papers. A simple piece of paper to end all this so I could move on. Ryan’s indecision ate away at my soul, and he knew the power he still had over me. He knew I wouldn’t leave if he didn’t sign the papers. I just didn’t want to be the same love-struck fool anymore. That’s all I wanted. Winnie came into the room, humming and wishing me good morning.“Good morning, Winnie!” I said with my best smile. “Has Bethany already left for work?”“Miss Bethany left early today. Are you coming down for breakfast now?”“Soon!” I replied, stretching. “Has Ryan left?”“Oh! Mr. Burke left early. He said not to expect him back today.”“I see,” I replied, feeling a bit more cheerful at her response. “Is James around? I need to go out this afternoon.”“I’ll make sure he’s available for you. I’ll prepare your b