RYAN BURKEAlessandra quit, and things got a bit more complicated. Lately, we've been needing nurses at a fast and alarming rate, and Morgana already had her as part of our family, so breaking the news to her left her sad, and I know it, not just from her sad and incredulous expression, but from the dense voice when she came to say goodbye to Alessandra the other day.It's been a month since she left, and a month since we've been silent with the stalker. It was weird. No mysterious packages. No phone threats or attacks. Nothing but the disturbing silence.Still, I've increased her security by hiring another special agent from the same agency as Tyron. Since the photo incident, he's been vigilant with us, but also incredibly tense and alert. He's a good man.I've been racking my brain, along with the triplets, to find this damn person who's been tormenting my life. And every time we're close to getting to the root IP, he creates new barriers, new VPNs, leaving us with no way out or wher
MORGANA FOSTERThe surgery with Dr. Sharon is approaching. I'm already in the preparation room, adjusting my hair under the surgical cap, when my phone notifies a message from Ryan. I read it, feeling my chest tighten. I won't shake now with some silly insecurity. We're relatively okay."It's all right," I tell myself and reply to him to wait for me to go home together. The surgery time would coincide with the end of my shift, so there was no problem with him waiting for me."Are you ready?" Elliot says, catching my attention. I hadn't noticed his presence at the door until he spoke.I tucked my phone into the pocket of the uniform under the first gown."Of course," I say, forcing a smile. "I'm going to fetch the patient.""Okay," he replies, distant and serene. "I'll be waiting for you in the operating room.""Elliot..." he looks at me, raising his eyebrows. "I mean, Dr. Sharon, why did you choose me? Lucas and Keila's suggestions were perfect."He smiles, a gentle expression that con
MORGANA FOSTERAfter Ryan received that call informing about Lindsay's whereabouts, we headed from the hospital to the police station. James took Elena home and took charge of ensuring her safety. When we entered the police station and arrived at the interrogation room, it became as clear as crystal that the Lindsay Thomas being interrogated was not the same person I knew a few months ago.The woman sitting here in front of us lacks the same vivacity as the elegant person I knew. I'm in the glass waiting room observing as the officers are questioning her and pressuring her for answers. There are two men in the room, one tall and blond, and one tall and dark-haired. They are very well-presented in their uniforms. The small room is dim, with a small table and a pendant lamp.One of the officers approaches her stealthily.His hands are stuffed in his pockets, and a cigarette hangs from his mouth. There's no doubt, looking at her, you can see how scared and nervous she is. He slams one han
RYAN BURKEIt's already night, and we're lying down to sleep. After a long month of persistence, Morgana finally gave in and let me enjoy her nighttime company. My lips curl into a smile as I look at her lying on my chest. Her eyebrows are furrowed over her brown eyes, and her lips form a funny pout as she squirms and murmurs something softly to herself. She's lying down, but she's restless."Can't sleep?" I ask, stroking her disheveled hair."I'm thinking about Lindsay..." she replies with a sigh, looking up at me. "Do you think she has any valid reason to harm us? Or do you think she's just a pawn for someone more powerful?""I don't know what to think," I answer honestly. "I've known her for several years. She worked at my company for five years; we were friends in a way. I didn't expect her to do such a thing."She rests her head on my chest again and sighs."I hope she's willing to tell the truth," she murmurs against my skin."I hope so too," I reply, hugging her tighter.Lindsay
MORGANA FOSTERI ponder for a moment before responding to Ryan whether I will meet Lindsay at the police station or not. She wanted to talk to me, which was a total surprise to me, as our last encounter didn't end well.This sounds to me like a challenge or some kind of crazy plan, but since she said she'll only talk if it's with me, I'll go to the station. I'll be surrounded by police, so I'll be safe, right? Tyron will be with me. He's a good security guard. Observant and silent.But what I really wanted was to be in the conversation with Sorya, as she's been avoiding me since Ryan's accident. I finish my bowl of stew and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Ryan is calling the police station to inform them that I'll be going there later.I stay in the office surrounded by books studying new surgical techniques as soon as Ryan says goodbye with a kiss. Soon it's time to leave, so I don't take long to go upstairs to change clothes.I put on dark jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt, and a b
RYAN BURKEThe chilly autumn wind cuts across my cheeks as soon as I step outside the company. Honestly, I don't know what my mother's aim is with this urgent meeting she decided to schedule during lunch. I walk through the parking lot to my car; the afternoon is starting to get cold, as if rain is approaching, and the traffic in Rookgaard is hell during rain.I hurry on my way to the restaurant. Morgana still hadn't called me about the conversation she was going to have with Lindsay at the police station, and I felt the anguish growing inside my bones. I know I've done the best to protect her life, but I can't help but feel this way.I stare at the red light with a growing tightness in my chest. I hope I'll feel better when she gives me some sign. If something had happened, Tyron would have called, wouldn't he?I arrived at La Buena Vista a few minutes early. Nick is here today and opens a wide smile when he spots me from the lobby."Well, look who's honored me with their presence in
MORGANA FOSTERStill at the police station"‘Close to us...’" I repeated in a low tone, squinting my eyes, casting suspicion all around me.Not that I was at home, but somewhere in my mind, doing that made sense.What did she mean by that? In front of me, she was just cackling loudly. How could someone be close to us? Ryan only had people he trusted around him, everyone underwent a rigorous background check. So to consider that our enemy was right near us.Who could it be?I clenched my teeth, pressing them so hard I felt like I was about to tear my lip.I got up calmly, circling the table to get out of there and be able to collapse outside."Consider my proposal, Mrs. Burke," she said disdainfully.I nodded and turned to leave. The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the hallway. And my breathing was unsteady as soon as my feet stepped out of the room.I sat in one of the chairs, taking the breath back into my lungs.Licking my dry lips, I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced m
MORGANA FOSTERWhen he pulled away, once again, my body trembled. I couldn't understand how he was ready for sex after all the stress he had been through. But with his body pressed against mine, I couldn't deny that he was visibly aroused, and how much he teased me enough to get me excited too.He nuzzled behind my ear and began guiding me back against the sofa, the pressure of his body against mine making the sensation of breathlessness a bit more intense. His mouth now grazing my skin and tracing kisses along my neck. Over and over again. Stimulating all my senses.That damn white tank top hugged his chest, showcasing his perfect muscles. Still planting kisses on my neck, he ran his hands over my body, again and again, trailing through the fabrics until he could remove each piece. Not so gently. Leaving me with just the simple black lace lingerie. He caresses my hips, igniting a fiery heat throughout my body.The musky scent of his cologne mixed with bourbon intoxicates my entire bei