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
MORGANA FOSTERRyan has woken up and is looking better. I'm trying to look after him. I text Bethany to let her know what's happened. She's worried, but happy that nothing too serious has happened. Ryan is sleeping heavily in bed. His chest rises and falls slowly during his calm, sleepy breathing.I'm sitting on the sofa because I slept next to him all afternoon and he must be completely doped up on medication. My cell phone vibrates in my hand.Elliot: Hello, Mel! Morgana: Hello Elliot! Elliot: Is everything all right? Elliot:I was thinking of taking you out to dinner tonight, what do you think? I sighed sadly before answering.Morgana: I can't. I'm in hospital. Elliot: Why? Has something happened? Do you need anything? Morgana: Not with me. With Ryan. I'm fine. Elliot: Let me know if you need anything! And keep me informed, okay? Morgana:Okay. I'll try to sleep now. Good night, Elliot ❤️ Elliot: Rest well and let me know if anything happens, good night ❤️ I put my cell phon
MORGANA FOSTERIt was past lunchtime when the doctor came to discharge Ryan. We're waiting for James to bring some clothes so we can go home. Ryan has been acting like a helpless little boy since he woke up. I'm letting him get away with this behavior while he's sick, though sometimes it tests my patience.I sigh, guiding my gaze to him as he lies in bed eating gelatin like it's the best dessert in the world. The door opens, and James appears, slim and a bit sweaty."Sorry for the delay," he says, catching his breath. "I had to take Miss Kyle to the doctor."Ryan's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at James, his face turning a bit pale."What happened to Elena?" he asked, staring intently at him. "Is she okay? Is my son okay?"A small bitterness rose in my mouth, but it was comforting to know that Ryan was worried about his son. James wiped his forehead with a handkerchief he took from his pocket."She's fine, sir," he says, leaning against the sofa and removing the backpack from his shou
MORGANA FOSTERMorgana: Sorya, we need to talk.Morgana: Please answer me as soon as possible, I need some answers!Sorya hasn't answered me. I'm unhappy and slightly irritated. Everything these days is getting on my nerves. It must be my damn fertile period approaching again.I went upstairs to the bedroom to take a shower and get rid of the tiresome, permeating smell of hospital and 70% alcohol that permeated my body. I'm no longer in control of my life and it's taking my peace away. I stopped in front of the closet looking for a long T-shirt and leggings, grabbed some comfortable cotton lingerie and headed for the shower.The falling water made my body relax a little. I need to take a good look at all the things that are happening. There are the attacks on my life and Ryan's. My romance, stalled by my own head, with Elliot. Nicolas, strangely coming back into my life. What a mess.Long minutes later, I got out of the shower and got dressed. I combed my hair and put on delicate, sim