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
Ronan O'Connor"I think I can organize this for this week, godfather," Amanda says, analyzing the latest financial records of my businesses. I was increasingly certain she would be an excellent replacement for me in the near future."Alright, sweetheart," I replied. "You can go to the office with your brother. Rules are rules, even for you, cupcake."Amanda looks at me with disdain and rolls her eyes. Since the Maranzanos set their sights on her, I’ve had to keep her under close watch. As soon as she leaves, Bear bursts into my office, panting. His mud-covered shoes soak my expensive carpet. I turn to face his bloodied, anxious face."You're dirtying my floor," I say, taking the cigar out of my mouth and staring at him.He takes a deep breath and swallows hard before answering me. One of my most loyal men, Amanda’s father, and my oldest friend."Sorry, ‘Mr. Clean’," he says, laughing a bit and shrugging. "A woman showed up looking for you."I raise my eyebrows, intrigued. Women never c
ELLIOT SHARONI blink awake, feeling my eyelids heavy and slow as the room comes into view. The curtains are drawn. It's still dark inside the room. It's been over a week since I was with Morgana. Every part of me longs for her. The scent of her chocolate perfume is embedded in one of the cushions on my couch. I brought her here. The scent is faint, but it's like having her with me. I can still taste her pussy on my lips, and I confess I'm addicted.I lazily get up, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. It's just past 6:00 a.m. My shift starts in three hours. I head to the bathroom to take care of my morning needs and shower. I step into the shower after brushing my teeth; my morning shower is quick.I come out with a towel wrapped around my waist to look for clothes while I pack my uniform and lab coat into my backpack, along with the usual white shoes. I'm not pleased to be waking up so early, but I'm content enough when my phone buzzes with a message from Morgana. The smile o
MORGANA FOSTERToday is my last free day before starting work at San Rose Hospital, so this morning I went to the administrative department to sign the contract and I'm officially hired as an intern doctor. Since my day was busy, I left Alessandra taking care of Ryan to make sure he takes all the medicines correctly. After the fever scare, I don't want to risk leaving him alone. I sent a message to Elliot, confirming our dinner, and found myself smiling at the screen.A car pulls up next to me, and the window rolls down. It takes me a moment to realize it's Nicolas' Bentley."Morgana! What a coincidence!" he says, smiling widely. "Are you going somewhere?""Oh, hi Nick!" I say awkwardly. "Actually, I'm coming back from a work meeting.""Do you need a ride home?" he says, pulling the car to the curb."No need," I reply, looking down the street, spotting a small Italian restaurant at the end of it, ready to give him an excuse. "Actually, I was going to that restaurant for lunch!""Oh, me