UNKNOWN POV;The clacking of heels on the floor alerted the man of another presence. He looked over his shoulder and sighed a woman walking toward him. He turned and faced the endless sky that spanned in front of him. "Took you long enough." The man said with a light chuckle."Your meeting places are always the worst." She retorted. She sounded like someone who had ran fifteen laps. The man still had his back turned to her as he spoke. "I'm surprised at how smooth things are." The smirk could be heard in his voice as he spoke."I won't say it's smooth." The woman snorted before walking to stand beside him at the edge of the roof he stood. They watched the night sky together."That's because you only see the surface." He replied like a poet, his eyes gleaming with sadistic joy. "It's only a matter of time before Rosewood Enterprise is plunged into winter.""You mean plunged into the dessert." The woman replied, matching his sadistic state while brushing some strands from her face. Th
Morgan's POV: The hawk eyes of everyone was on me ready to pounce. Liam and Benedict looked like they were about to murder someone. But when I looked up at them, they quickly looked away, still throwing spears in my direction.My father on his own end, sat with no emotion on his face. While Sabrina met my face with a reassuring smile. Someone cleared their throat as the silence was becoming deafening. I straightened my already straight self, enjoying the silence maybe a little too much as I looked from one face to another, scanning the room."Do you mind telling us what's going on?" Liam finally asked. I smiled at him. He didn't look happy. He never did look happy anyway. My smile only made whatever fury he had for me grow much worse, but I just smiled brighter, reading his expression. The evening of yesterday, I had sued Nova. The news got out this morning, causing an uproar much more than when I had been revealed as the anonymous buyer of the Bloom companies. Even Nora had come
Morgan's POV I needed a treat and the best treat now, was to spend time with him and do things we could do thanks to Dante's sudden show up at the park. Thankfully, he seemed to know and had texted me at the perfect time. Wow knows, he must have seen the news and had seemed it fit as something celebratory. I behaved myself as the door moved indicating Sabrina's return. But she wasn't alone."Dad." I called as I stood up for my seat. "I'm sorry." He said, and Sabrina had the understanding to leave as I walked towards him. "For all I did. How I treated you. If I had known you were handling it well... I should have.. " He exhaled. "I should have asked why plans you had, instead I mistrusted you and left you to handle things all alone juts like that day at school." I laughed shaking my head. "I'm really sorry that I maad myself unapproachable as I did years back. And I promise... It will never happen again." I smiled at him, still shaking my head. "It's fine." I said to him."No it's
Morgan's POVI didn't bother about how loud my voce had been. All I did was pick up my bag and say to Winston. "I'm sorry but I have to leave." I didn't wait for his reply as I hurried out of the restaurant. He met me outside."What's wrong?" I shook my head. "Just something urgent.""Do you mind if I drive you?" "No!" It came out hastier than I wanted it to. "No " I said again, softly this time. "You can't." He couldn't drive me home. I couldn't risk him knowing that I have kids, wouldn't let him in on that piece of information. What if he said he didn't want to see me again because of it? What if... I exhaled trying a smile and failing woefully. "I have to go. Thank you for the dinner." And I turned and left.Since I didn't come with my car, I took a taxi instead, wishing the taxi driver would step on it. I couldn't wait to alight the taxi as I hopped out of it running to the house. They weren't there. Bad mistake. I quickly called my dad."Morgan where are you? We've..."I cut hi
Morgan's POVA thundering round of applause filled the air as I matched forward to do the honours of merging the bloom companies to the Rosewood Enterprise. I walked elegantly, my dad and Sabrina standing on the opposite sides of ribbon that I as to cut to officially merge the companies. I smiled at every smiling faces. Even at the reporters that had almost sent me to an asylum thanks to their stupid theories and generalized articles. It's funny how he tables change, and now they want to know about me. Shy of a month ago, they were spreading every manner of false news they could get about me to ruin my reputation.But oh well, let bygones be bygones, right? And besides, it wasn't their fault anyway.I walked to the ribbon, smoothing my Camden Cashmere white jacket which I had planned to wear when I'd have Nova revealed to the world as she truly was. I hadn't gotten the chance then, but now I had the chance to show it off, I wore the complete set I had planned out. I hadn't gone expe
Morgan's POVWhen it seemed like evening was approaching, I took an excuse from my dad as I was to check in on Miranda. I walked into the room, to see Mr Vontrap sitting on a seat with snook in his hands. He lifted his eyes from the book as I walked in, standing up to greet me. I gave a little bow to him smiling as I walked over to Miranda's side. "She woke up, ate and went back to sleep." He said as I touched her face.I had been able to convince Cole that his sister would not be happy that he missed school because of her and that the doctors here and I were going to take good care of her. He had grumbled but after some effort, I had won him over, making him change his mind. "Thank you for watching her." I said to Mr Vontrap. He nodded. "You a leave now." I smiled at him. He too one look at Miranda before walking out of the room. I sat down on the bed, brushing strands of hair from her face as I watched her chest rise and fall with every breath. The doctor had said that in adult
Morgan's POVWinston and I arrived in a car I didn't know he had. I had had trouble the previous day trying to pick out my attire for tonight. I had decided to go for a long royal purple gown that had Swarovski crystals encrusted all across its neckline, sleeves and bodice. I wore a pair of dainty silver heels and matching diamond tassels on my ears. I intentionally remained in the car while he walked out and opened my car door for me. I smiled as I walked out of the car, the view was breathtaking. There were lights hung here and there. Colourful lights that one would have thought that it was a fairytale gathering and not a gathering of doctors in the country. Glances were being cast in our direction as we moved towards the door heading to the dinner hall. Winston held my hand, leading me to a spot. I looked at him, wondering why we were walking towards there where a couple stood. It was when I noticed the camera man that I realized what was happening. The couple, or rather the man
Morgan's POVWinston led me to the secret passage which happened to be a detached elevator that worked with solar energy. Which was quite hidden. "So how many people know about this?"He smiled before pressing the button that opens the door. "Only me." My eyes widened a little bit but he stopped me off my feet, carrying my into the elevator. "You really have to stop doing that." I giggled. He smiled again as the door closed. There were no buttons inside, that could lead to anywhere so I guessed that it only led to the rooftop.When we finally got to the rooftop, he dropped me on my feet. I ran to the edge of the roof, looking down at the entrance to the dinner venue and oh my God! It was magnificent. The lights all around, illuminating the area without removing the view of the beautiful night. It was a correlation between the lighting and the beauty of the night in such a way that it looked magical. It looked really poetic. "This is beautiful." I gasped, still staring down at the f
Morgan's POVWhen people give speeches about miracles and testimonies that sound absurd, I admire it even though I sometimes find it difficult to believe until now. Staring at my phone which I later found, all I could hear was the silence that had replayed the continuous thudding of my heart. How could a gun pointed at me turn to a confetti popper? "See?" Dante asked after I had stood gazing at my phone for a long time. But I was too deep into reading the news and by the second appearing articles that kept popping up. The tables had drastically been turned in my favour. Instead if getting bashed, I had began to be praised. People all over the net had begun praising and defending me for what I had done and my father was being bashed instead for throwing me out.Some even used their own experiences as an article stating what they had felt when their had divorced their spouse, hailing me for having the courage to do what I did. The picture that Nova had used to try and ruin me was now
Morgan's POV:It felt like someone was shining an extremely bright light directly on my eyes. I shut my eyes tighter trying to get the person to leave me alone but the light still shone brightly blinding me even with my eyes closed. I opened my eyes about to yell at my dad as he was the person who always used such methods to wake me, only to find myself facing the window and the bright light was from the riding sun shining in my face.Recalling where I was, I groaned loudly and got up from the couch. I tried to ignore the pains all over my body. I looked to the door noticing that I hadn't locked it before crashing on the couch and crying my eyes out before falling fast asleep. What if someone had walked in while I was asleep?7:45 a.m.The couch creaked as I stood up, picking up my phone. It pinged with a message as I was about to drop it. I swore that I saw Rosewood in the flash news but I was done with enough news about my father instead, I walked to the door, locked it and headed
Morgan's POV;Cammy. That woman. And my father. This hurt. More than when my father accused me wrongly and disowned me. This hurt more than anything he's done to me so far. He stood by and watched. And he raised a hand against me. Never had he ever done that."Morgan," Dante called behind me. I rushed out of the house and into the courtyard. His footsteps hurried behind me. "Morgan, please."I didn't want to face him. At all."Morgan!" Sabrina screamed. She grabbed my arm and forcefully turned me to face her. She was out of breath, her hair stuck to her forehead. "I kept calling you!" . I drew my hand from her hold and glared at her. "What? What do you have to say to me?!""You need to understand—" She started. "Get the fuck away from me." I spat at her. "What do you want me to understand?! This was all your grand plan wasn't it?!""I..." She started to say and paused. "It wasn't. I can assure you ""No! It all makes sense now! you walk into my life and few months later, you're ma
Morgan's POV:This is a most awkward situation. "How is the conference going?" I asked, a small smile on my lips. Winston's laugh filled my ear and made me belly flutter."Darling, I only just landed."My cheeks turned pink. "Oh, I'm sorry." I said with a nervous laugh. I turned to the living room where the kids were engrossed in the cartoon show on the TV. My eyes met with Dante's and I quickly turned away. "It's all good here.""I'm sure it is," He said "I'll call you later, okay?""Sure." I replied and ended the call. Just as I put my phone in my pocket, it began to ring again. I took it out.My father.My heart stopped beating for three seconds then began to race. He's calling me. After I had tried so long to reach him. He's calling me now.I picked up the call and pressed the phone to my ear with both hands. "Hello?""Return them or I will have you arrested." He said. Not even a "how are you doing?" Nothing. "There not some kind of commodity to be returned,"I said to him. Dant
Morgan's POV"Pasta from scratch?" Dante asked with a laugh. "They've always wanted to make pasta from scratch so this is the perfect time." He smiled with a nod. "Since they like it." "Yeah." I whispered turning to live just as he did, making us bump into each other. "Sorry." We both say moving in the same direction again and bumping into each other, his hands stopping me from falling. When he pulled me up, our faces were barely an inch away from each other. His scent hit me hard — green apples and fresh laundry — and with it came the barrel of emotions and memories. This morning. Imagining his arms around me. His voice in my ear, his lips on my skin. Last night. As I sat in Winston's lap, and thought of him. I remember the day I picked out this specific cologne for him. Our first anniversary of marriage. I had no idea how continued to wear it. How many years has it been?My heart raced so hard. I became aware of him, and only him. The warmth of his hand on my waist, his body s
Morgan's POV:I found it difficult to breathe as I stared at Dante and my kids walking hand in hand towards the house. Miranda skipped around happily, her free hand holding a juice box which she drank from. Coke was asking Dante something, and he replied with a smile. I stumbled back from the window, my eyes turned to the door.A few minutes later, the doorbell rang out, making me jump. I stared at the door, and my heart thumped erratically in my chest. What do I do now? How...how did Dante get his hands on my kids? How was he able to bypass the surveillance my father had on them?Should I let him in? Or should I take my kids and slam the door in his face. The doorbell rang again. I could hear Miranda's excited squeal. "Is mommy here?" She asked."Yes dear, your mommy is here." The doorbell rang again. I gasped at the shrill sound. This is wrong, right? He shouldn't be here. This is Winston's house. Why would he....Did he know that Winston wasn't here?My phone began to ring. I to
Morgan's POVI became aware of drifting in and out of consciousness.Strong arms wrapped around my back, and I felt warm breath on my nape. A soft kiss, fingers rubbing circles into my stomach from behind. The warmth of another body.Dante.Sunlight streamed in through the open windows, I heard birds chirping outside.Dante is with me right now . He's holding me tightly, and in his arms I have no fear.I leaned into him, a small smile on my lips. He kissed up my neck, and my body shivered."You're awake." He said.And that image of a peaceful morning I had in my head shattered.I realized it wasn't morning yet, and the sun wasn't shining through that windows. It was dark outside. And the arms around me, the body behind me didn't belong to Dante. I turned and faced Winston. He smiled at me, his eyes a tad tired. "Good morning." He said.I frowned. What the hell? How did I think it was Dante? Why am I still thinking of Dante? Worse still, while I was in Winston's arms?I sat up in a h
Morgan's POVHe smiled at me, and that smile had me feeling things. "Is anything the problem?""No, not at all! W-why would anything be wrong?"He brought his hand up to his face and touched his cheek. I couldn't help but notice his hands. I hadn't paid much attention before, but now it was like all my senses were heightened. His hands were really beautiful. He had long and slender fingers, and his hand was much larger than mine by comparison. I wonder how his hands will feel all over my skin and...Morgan! Come on!I grabbed the glass of water, and it was empty. "You're flushed," He said. "Is everything okay?"Ha! He has no idea the direction of my thoughts right now. "I think I'm having an aftermath from my previous cold.""An aftermath?" "I think I have a fever." He got up and walked over to my side. My eyes widened."W-what are you doing?"He bent down and touched my forehead. Sparks exploded from where his hand rested on my forehead. I looked up at him, and my heavens my mouth
Morgan's POV: "It's lovely." I gushed staring at the magical chandeliers wavering directly above giving the room an additive red tint amongst the other gold chandeliers. Our seat was at the window directly facing the entrance of the VIP suite that held ten tables of two. Specially for the best of the best. Winston pilled out a seat for me while sitting on the other one. The waitress's after taking our order, left to fetch it while I kept looking around in awe and surprise. "This is beautiful." I said for the umpteenth time. Winston smiled just as the waitress returned with our order before moving to another table to take theirs. It seemed like she was the one in charge of this suite. I took a bite of my food and nearly moaned. It was so delicious, flavours I hadn't expected burst on my tongue. "Wow, this is so good.""It's one of my favorite places to eat," Winston said. The waitress returned with a bottle of wine and served us some."Cheers," Winston raised his glass to mine. "F