MORGANA FOSTERNicolas's expression made me shrug my shoulders. I had married someone who wasn't him, and that certainly shook him in some way, but I couldn't explain that to him so quickly. "When did you get married?" he asked, still looking a bit pale. I just shook my head and smiled at him, "Long story," I said, and he closed the distance between us, taking my hand again."I'm really interested in knowing who stole your heart," he says softly, and that startles me a bit. "Let's sit down. Once this lunch is over, you can tell me all the details," he winks at me and pulls the chair in front of me.I sit with my back to the door, and he sits next to me. Lindsay sits across from us and takes out some papers from a folder, passing them to Nicolas. I just watch the two of them work while the waiter serves water and wine in our glasses. They order some dishes, and for a while, I'm relaxed without Ryan's presence here. That is until he arrives, clearing his throat."Sorry for the delay," he
MORGANA FOSTERI step out of the car, feeling my stomach churn. My entire body wavers, all of me succumbing to the reactions. Honestly, I have no idea how to tell Nicolas that I ended things with him for money to pay for my father's treatment. It's so embarrassing.It's not the kind of conversation you start off with, like, "Hey Nick, you know, I broke up with you because I needed money to pay for my dad's treatment. So, I went ahead and married the grandson of a multimillionaire for that." Without coming off as gold-digging or incredibly stupid. Or worse, some random floozy. I clench my fists and stand frozen for a moment at the door, and he's soon standing beside me."Shall we?" Nicolas says, extending his arm and intertwining it with mine.I follow his steps into the beautiful salon. He walks ahead of me and holds the door. The unmistakable smell of freshly ground coffee beans draws me inside like a magnet. The air around is cozy and inviting. The walls are light-colored with a beau
MORGANA FOSTERThe sight in front of me sent shivers down my spine. My head was spinning. I could feel everything swirling around me. How could I feel so disgusted and angry at the same time?Why was Ryan locked in a passionate embrace with another woman? Didn't he tell me yesterday that he loved me? Who was she? I fixed my gaze on them for a while, trying to see more clearly through the haze of anger clouding my vision. The blonde hair made me recognize her immediately. Lindsay Thomas. Anger consumed my mind, and I approached them, grabbing her hair with a firm hand and pulling her off him, throwing her abruptly to the floor. She looked at me in surprise and fell with a hollow scream.Ryan had his eyes closed and slowly opened them, looking drowsy and unconscious. Or maybe drunk?How could he do this to me after all the declarations he made yesterday?"How could you? DAMN IT!" I yelled, advancing toward him.A pain roared in my chest. That pain I knew all too well. He was deliberately
MORGANA FOSTERI walked to the kitchen, washed my trembling hands, and leaned against the sink. Lindsay, why did you do this? There were no apparent reasons, but maybe there was something deeper that I didn't know. Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a message from an unknown number.Unknown: This is just the beginning. Keep an eye out.My heart raced. Who the hell was behind this? Lindsay couldn't have acted alone. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. The paramedic stopped in front of me, snapping me out of my thoughts to give him all the information about Ryan, while the other provided first aid still inside the mansion."He may have been drugged," I whispered with a thread of a voice, but he heard and took note."Alright," the guy said, closing the clipboard after making all the relevant observations. "Your driver called the police; they met you at the hospital.""Please, hold on with him," I pleaded with the paramedics as they took him away. "Don't let him..."
RYAN BURKERYAN BURKEWhen Morgana left the restaurant with her ex-boyfriend, I had to fight my instincts and the overwhelming urge to go after her. I'm trying this new thing of respecting the things she wants. But it's not for me."Mr. Ryan?" Lindsay called out, and I turned to her with a raised eyebrow."I thought you had already left, Miss Thomas," I said in a soft tone. "What do you want?" I replied, trying to control my frustration. The last thing I needed right now was to deal with another person.She approached, a suggestive smile on her lips. "Looks like things aren't going so well with Morgana, huh?"I rolled my eyes. "It's none of your business. What do you want?"Lindsay smiled even wider, an expression that I knew meant trouble. "I'm just trying to help. Maybe I can help you forget about this terrible night."I sighed, trying to keep calm. "Lindsay, I'm not interested. If you really want to help, go away and leave me alone."She moved closer, completely ignoring what I said
MORGANA FOSTERWe've been at the hospital for a few hours now. Sorya is on her way. Ryan remains unconscious; the doctor said it would take a few more hours for him to wake up due to the amount of drugs he ingested.I feel so small and helpless now that I can't do anything but wait. My chest feels tight. I wonder how Lindsay got to our house, how she convinced him to drink with her, and how he didn't suspect he might be drugged? What was her purpose?Covering my face with my hands, I felt tears threatening to spill over. The feeling of powerlessness was overwhelming, like being trapped in a whirlpool of chaos and despair.And what was I doing with my life? Everything seemed to be falling apart around me, and I felt incapable of stopping it. What am I doing with my life? What is all of this? Why is this happening?The police are currently looking for that bitch Lindsay. I asked James to return to the mansion and get clothes and some toiletries for me and Ryan. I called Winnie's cell pho
RYAN BURKEI feel my body sway, my eyes are so heavy that I can't open them. I don't remember much after I started drinking with Lindsay this afternoon.I saw Morgana with a sorrowful look on her face, she walked towards the door, I wanted to reach out to her, but I tasted a strong iron-like taste in my mouth and I didn't move anymore after identifying a tube.I notice that I'm hooked up to machines and my chest races.What the hell happened? Am I in a hospital?Morgana says something I can't quite understand, but her almond eyes are swollen and red. Was she crying?Her wide brown eyes lifted, and she gave me a smile. She was still wearing the same worn-out jeans and t-shirt as when I saw her. So it couldn't have been long since I've been here.I follow her with my eyes the whole time, hers don't leave me either. I'm trying to latch onto anything that distracts me and makes my mind stop trying to remember how I ended up here since everything is a blur. Morgana walks out the door and re
SORYA BURKEI've been waiting for a car since I left the hospital. I dismissed the driver because where I have to go now is a secret I can't share with any acquaintances. No one directly connected to my family and who could be bribed.I didn't want to have to come to this point and collect this debt, but it's getting too far. Three attacks in less than two months, I feel like I have to do something. I get into the car the app indicated, and it heads to the slums of Rookgaard. It seems like a city parallel to our reality. The streets are dirty and dark. There isn't much infrastructure in these parts.The smell of open sewage predominates much of the way. The driver gives me an intrigued look before stopping the car at the entrance to Venice Beach, because no non-resident visits the neighborhood. Everything seems very disorganized compared to the uniform blocks I'm used to."We're here, ma'am," he says without much reserve before pulling over the car. "I apologize for intruding, but what