MORGANA FOSTERI lifted my head in an attempt to appear and sound more confident, looking at him. Terrible idea. It was as if his eyes were calling me, making my skin tingle. I felt everything burning, just with his gaze. I sighed heavily, regaining my breath in my lungs.We continued the dinner quietly as I risked glancing at him sideways."I don't understand," he says, watching me as I awkwardly eat my salad."What?" I say, chewing quickly to respond to whatever his question might be."You didn't necessarily break up with Ryan..." he leans back in his chair, "You got enraged by the idea of someone else being with him. But here you are, with me now, and seem just as inclined to the dark sexual desires that I have as I am. Not that I find it an impediment. Don't get me wrong. I find it a very... shall we say, refreshing thing."Then he tossed the napkin onto his lap and fixed his gaze on me deliberately longer than necessary.I sighed heavily, trying to control whatever desire might be
RYAN BURKEAs Morgana walks away from me, I watch her silhouette fade through the door. It's hard to understand why she still insists on avoiding me like this. It's so cruel. I'm sure she knows she's hurting me when she goes out with the doctor.That's fine. I know I haven't been the best of husbands. Far from being a supportive and pleasant person to her all these years. But now, with everything that's happened in the past few months, my whole world revolves around her.I feel a bit pressured and cramped to follow her, but I don't. I just watched her leave, my heart burning in my chest and the voice in my head screaming "go after her."Grumbling discontentedly, I shove my hands into my pockets and head back to my room. I sigh and lament the fact that I let her go to see that doctor. And the fact that she also works with him gnaws at me, but I can't deprive her of having this magical moment in her career at one of Rookgaard's best hospitals. I know how hard it was for her to stay in co
MORGANA FOSTEROnce the call dropped, I turned to head back inside the restaurant. I had been outside for quite some time talking on the phone with Ryan. The cold air touched my skin again, cutting like a sharp knife against my cheeks. The chilly weather had been abruptly interrupted by the warm coziness of the restaurant as soon as I crossed the door.Elliot remained calm and composed, sitting at the table elegantly enjoying his dinner with irresistible charm. Even his simplest actions were the sexiest thing for me to witness. I felt as if the whole world paused to watch, while I restrained myself, desiring and longing. Torturing my mind with the thought that I could fulfill this desire but lacked the courage to kick Ryan to the curb. For Elliot, I had this burning passion, and for Ryan, that repressed love I had fought for so long to make work."Are you okay?" He said, lifting his eyes to meet mine. Stabbing a fork into his risotto and quickly chewing and swallowing before firing ano
MORGANA FOSTERAlways a little box of surprises. Not always filled with good ones. I feel the air being knocked out of me as he looks around the restaurant. Trembling, I raise my hands and gesture to get his attention before he leaves thinking I gave him the wrong address.He sees me and makes his way to the table as fast as the wind itself. His hair is tousled, and his breath is uneven as if he had been running to get here. His eyes soften when he sees me up close. Elliot withdrew his hand and eyed Ryan with a furious expression."What?" Elliot asked, annoyed. "Did you lose something with me?"Ryan raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed. "Nothing," he replied sharply and turned to me. "Why didn't you wait for me at the door?"I roll my eyes, dissatisfied. "Humph," I exhale, laughing softly in the background. Elliot shrugged and chuckled behind his napkin as he wiped his mouth."Outside was more dangerous than in here, Mr. Burke," I say, pouting and looking at him with pleading eyes. "Or
RYAN BURKESo, that's how it is? She didn't trust me and thought I was being paranoid trying to protect her? Okay."With a long sigh, I turned my back and left the restaurant, pretending not to care whether she was really thinking that or not. Screw this whole having feelings thing; I'm not good at it.The cold wind slapped against my face as I crossed the restaurant door, making me shiver a bit. It was really cold. I walked slowly to the car door, got in, and turned on the heater to endure the wait. Morgana wasn't listening to me, but everything indicated she was in this mess because of me, so I should wait patiently.Each minute seemed to drag on like hell. Damn, this whole letting people decide what they want isn't for me. Definitely not. I've always been the guy who goes after what's mine. I've always been the one who gets what I want when I want it, and now here I am waiting outside the restaurant for a woman who's having dinner with another guy just because I love her and want to
MORGANA FOSTERAfter literally running away from Ryan, I dash up the stairs to my room. I feel my leg protesting a bit as I stop in front of the door. My breathing is heavy. My whole body tingles with the traces of his touch, emanating from me. I breathe slowly, counting to 10 in my mind. I turn the doorknob to my room and lean against the door, sliding down to the floor with my hand over my chest.Every time he touched me, even if absentmindedly and casually, my heart would flutter, and I'd have a truly audible reaction. Being near him always sent shivers down my spine and made me nervous, even when I was encouraged, of course, not in the simple day-to-day actions. But in actions that required him to be very close or to touch me. That made my heart race, my voice faltered.That's it. I definitely still love him, but I won't say it. I'll never admit it out loud.I head to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes on the way and tossing them in the hamper. I turn on the water and let it ca
MORGANA FOSTERThe whispers started as soon as I entered the room. Nothing too audible, of course, but I knew how gossip among nurses worked. I knew that all the doctors were already aware that I was no longer involved with Elliot. I don't believe he spread the rumor, but if Beth told me, and if she told anyone else here at the hospital, that person was gossiping. That wasn't pleasant."Finally decided to grace us with your presence, Miss Forster?" Dr. Corel's voice sounded much sterner and more stressed today. Unlike the day we first met. The others under his guidance gave a muffled laugh. "That wasn't funny, I'm holding you all accountable. I don't tolerate tardiness.""I'm sorry, Dr. Corel," I said, trying to sound calm and friendly.He nodded."I'll let it slide because it's your first day, Miss Morgana, but be aware that this is not acceptable. This applies to all of you, no one here gets special treatment, no matter your family, status, or relationships. You'll all be treated the
MORGANA FOSTERI raise my eyes to meet the man's gaze again. He has angular features, a small frame, but even though he's lean, there's a hint of defined muscle. His hair is curly and in shades of brown, and he has deep, dark eyes, probably a studious type who doesn't get much sleep. Looking at him with a disinterested expression, I don't like people who flatter me, but I can't afford to deny having a friend at the hospital. Especially within my own team.I raise my hand and shake his hand back. "I can't tell you whether these rumors are true, but I can't say they're lies either," I say with a low laugh. "I did very well in my internship last year.""I know!" he says. "I researched a lot about you." He quickly corrects himself, "No, I'm not some kind of stalker. I just genuinely admire people who dedicate themselves to their work.""So, that's what you were talking to that redhead friend of yours about when I arrived?""Who? Keila?" He nood. "Yeah, that must be her." I said. He shrugs
MORGANA FOSTERI hurried down the hallway with my heart beating fast and my breath catching. If she found me, I was done for. I ducked under the table, covering my body with the curtain, trying not to make any noise."Gotcha!" The little blonde head ran towards me, stumbling in front of me. The bright blue eyes, as clear as Ryan's, stared at me with a toothless, gleaming smile."Oh, Alanis," I replied, patting the little one's head, "you found me, huh?"Alanis laughed, a childish, joy-filled laugh that filled the room. She pointed to the makeshift hiding spot under the table."'I found you, Auntie, but you're terrible at this!'" she exclaimed, her eyes still filled with amusement.I rolled my eyes affectionately, knowing my hiding attempt was useless. "'You're too smart, Alanis. I can't escape you, it seems.'"The little one got up and sat beside me, playing with her fingers as she looked at me. "'You look sad, Morgana. Why?'"I smiled, trying to disguise my feelings in front of her i
Four months later, Rookgaard, California. Burke's grandparents' house."The trial is in a week," Sorya says. "Do you want to go?"The dining table, once filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses and utensils, is now immersed in complete silence. I look around to make sure I'm not alone in my silence. I swallow the bitter ache of the hours of terror I suffered at the hands of the two women."I don't feel like seeing them again," I mutter, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "Just the thought of sharing the same space with them fills me with anger.""And you don't have to go if you don't want to!" Elena says, laying her hand on mine, giving me a warm smile. Her cheeks are rosy, and her belly is huge. The baby will be born soon.I give her a weak smile and mumble a quiet thank you to her. At first, I never thought I'd feel comfortable beside my 'rival,' but now that she's engaged to James, her presence is no longer a threat to me.
MORGANA FOSTER"You're really dumb, Mr. Burke!" Alessandra says, pressing the gun barrel against my head.I swallow hard, feeling the pressure and weight of the metal barrel on my head. My eyes automatically widen as if the whole world stops spinning when I hear the gun being cocked."Let's negotiate," Ryan says calmly, looking at the men with him, who step back a bit. "What do you want?""We've already said," Winnie replies this time. "16 million dollars in my account. By noon... And maybe I'll release this one here."She says, pulling my head back, which tilts backward. The taste of iron fills my mouth. Maybe this is it. A fight over money."Even if I wanted to, that's a lot of money," he replies."See? Mrs. Burke," Alessandra says with a laugh. "He doesn't think you're worth it.""In the end, all the Burke's are the same. Why are you so stubborn?" Winnie says, turning to face me. "Maybe he'll take us seriously if we shoot her. What do you think?"My breath remains irregular, my hea
MORGANA FOSTER"Missed me?" Alessandra's unmistakable voice cuts through the entire shed, invading my ears.A new flood of emotions fills my soul as I spot her profile appearing in the corner of my eye until she's fully in front of me.How did I let myself be fooled by that silly story of her becoming a nurse to take care of her mother?"What happened?" Alessandra sneers with a disdainful expression on her face. "Cat got your tongue?""I think she's a bit surprised that you're my daughter," Winnie declares.Alessandra walks over to Winnie's side and leans on the counter. I hadn't noticed before, but there's a short resemblance between the two. I feel completely different now. Foolish for never noticing anything strange about them.I swallow hard as I watch the two of them. I can't believe this is true. Part of me wants to completely deny that I could be so blind."What are we going to do with her?" Alessandra says, turning to her mother."I don't know," Winnie replies with a satisfied
RYAN BURKEI practically flew down the road incessantly without the certainty that I'll find her well. The damn phone rings so many times that I can't keep count. It rings eight times and goes to voicemail again."Hello, you've reached Doctor Foster, please leave your message after the beep."I insist on calling again, the echoing sound as the phone rings is deafening."Come on, Morgana!" I speak nervously. "Come on, pick up!""Hello, you've reached Doctor Foster, please leave your message after the beep."I slam both hands on the steering wheel in frustration.I pray in my heart that she's just too tired to hear the phone ringing. In fact, the adrenaline pumping through me, boiling like lava, begs to all the gods that she's just asleep in our room.I press down on the accelerator with a tight heart, thoughts that she might be in danger consume me entirely. I fear it might already be too late to reach her. Ronan's car is following me, I know it's him because I saw my mom getting into
MORGANA FOSTERShe gives a bitter smile as she finishes her speech. I can't imagine her pain, but I understand that it hurts. She paused, taking a breath, while I absorbed every word. The intensity of the moment deepened with each revelation."However, the compensation didn't bring my loved ones back," she continued, her gaze fixed on some point beyond me. "And the person responsible for maintaining that machine, who didn't do his job properly, was none other than your father, Morgana. He was the supervisor that night. And he wasn't there to ensure that everything was working properly."A chill ran down my spine. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My father, responsible for two deaths?"So, you think I should pay for his mistakes?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Winnie gave a bitter smile. "No, Morgana. You don't understand. It's not just about revenge. It's about justice. He continued with his life, as if nothing had happened. As if any amount could pay for my son's lif
MORGANA FOSTERI wake up feeling a tight grip around my wrists, chest, and ankles. My suspicion is confirmed when I pull them and feel the rope scraping against my skin. I raise my head slowly, still feeling a heavy weight on it, accompanied by a throbbing buzz in my ear.I open and close my eyes a few times, getting used to the low light of the place. My mouth is completely dry; I run my lips around my tongue, partially moistening them.There's no noise outside. At least not near where I am.I try not to panic and breathe slowly to catch my breath.I see my bare feet and nails covered in dirt and small pieces of grass. Looking up, I spot the floating particles of dust coming through a tiny glass window. I look to the side, and the walls are cast iron. As if I'm in some sort of container or warehouse shed. The smell of mold and rust is faint but can be sensed in the environment.The floor is dirty, with dust everywhere. My dress is slightly torn at the hem, with tape wrapped around th
RYAN BURKEThe day at the company was chaotic. With Uncle Ned's departure, things spiraled out of control too quickly. Many questions arose about how things reached this point and went unnoticed by us all this time. And with all this situation, it fell to me to analyze all the transactions and operations carried out by him and his team. There were many suspicions and many discrepancies in the information.I had to inform Stefan and Nick about the recent events so they could be prepared to support my aunt Cibila. I assured them that I wouldn't involve the police in this out of consideration for our friendship and because we're family, but he would have to leave the company without any rights.Which is not unfair. I also passed on the information to my grandfather, who didn't have a very different reaction from the shareholders, but Grandpa Burke would handle Ned differently. And that was their problem. I spent the whole day analyzing every single transaction he made. There was a lot to
MORGANA FOSTERI remember little of being fully awake. Memories are jumbled in my mind like a giant, torturous blur. I feel my body being lifted from the chair and dragged outside the mansion. I can't scream, nor could I. My arms are lifted and pulled back, she drags me through the property with agony.Can I scream? But...Who would hear me? Bethany is with John. Ryan is at the company. I let Tyron off his duties earlier, James is taking care of Elena, and Alessandra hasn't been with us for months.What I can't get out of my head is how my stalker could be Winnie? What did I do to her? Why would she kidnap me or attempt on my life? I only met her after the Burkes, there was no real reason for her to target me.I couldn't believe it was her, my stalker. She who had always been so kind and friendly. The sweet woman who took care of all of us. It didn't seem real to me! How did this happen? How could she do such a thing?The blurry images of corridors and furniture passing through my eye