Morgan's POV:My head hurts. It feels like the twins are playing soccer with a metal ball and it's bouncing off the walls of my head. My eyes flickered open, the bright light in the room making me squint and squeeze my eyes shut. The smell of disinfectant hung in the air hidden under notes of flowers and vanilla.Disinfectant?I opened my eyes, taking a while before my vision focused. I looked around me, taking in my surroundings. The large window that was open letting in unholy amounts of light and fresh air. A nightstand that had a large bouquet of red roses, infact flowers were all around me. A hospital room. A private ward for that. I looked down at my hand, the IV connected to my veins. My hand looked weird, so small and thin. I swallowed thickly, My throat dry as the desert.The door opened and hurried footsteps rushed in. "Morgan! You're awake.""No shit." Were the first words that tumbled out of my mouth.I looked up at who walked din and felt guilty twist in my guts at my
Morgan's POV;"Get your hands off her." Dante seethed, storming his way into the hospital room. "Can you just mind your own business?" I snapped at him, annoyed with his intrusion. The color in my face became that of anger as I glared at him.He looked at me briefly before he turned to Winston. "Get out." "Get out?" Winston laughed. "Mr Fontaine, you should really watch yourself. Miss Rosewood is my patient, and I do not take orders from you.""Your patient?! I didn't bring her here! Tell me how that happened huh?!""Dante, you're being a pain right now. You should get out. I don't want to see you here."He turned to me, a spark of annoyance in his eyes. "You're awake now. We're leaving." He said and grabbed my arm, yanking me towards him. I cried out, lost my balance and came crashing into his chest. I gasped, my nose exploding in pain as I slammed into his chest. "Morgan,""Have you lost your damned mind?!" I screamed, shoving him away. "That's enough now," Winston came up in fro
MORGAN'S POV;You need help?Three simple words that are more mocking than anything I've ever heard before. You need help?Meaning that they know what's going on. They've probably seen all the news and social media posts. And now they think it's fine to text me out of the blue, gloating and asking if I need help.Ridiculous. "Morgan?" Sabrina's voice pulled me out of my dark thoughts."I need to get some rest now." I said without looking at her. She got to her feet. "That's fine, I shouldn't have kept you up so late anyway"I wanted to tell her that it wasn't her fault, but my words wouldn't corporate. My phone dinged with another text, except that it wasn't from them. Dante. I deleted it before I could even open it. Sabrina walked out of the room, silence in her wake. I turned the screen of my phone off and pressed it to my chest. After this all blows over and calms down, I want to take a very long vacation. I haven't taken any in the past four years now. Go somewhere with a lot
MORGAN'S POV;"Deal?" The voice laughed. "So soon? Are you that desperate?""Desperate?" I scoffed in annoyance. "Who's been the one blowing my phone up with stupid texts? Which one of us is desperate now?""Cocky." a click of the tongue. almost human. I rolled my eyes. "Look, this is going to be on my terms.""But of course.""Don't text me unless I text you first, and unless it's absolutely necessary. And of course, I'm going to be the first to call, not that you can call me, anyway.""Of course." Another chuckle. That mechanical voice grated on my nerves like mad. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. A huge wave of dizziness hit me. Dang that sleeping pill is working too damn fast."I'll send your money by tomorrow morning.""You haven't told me what you want me to do.""Since you're—" I yawned "—all aware of what's happening, find the bastard behind all these rumors. Gather everything you can on them.""Finally. Some real action.""Don't tell me you've been out of job in what? Fo
MORGAN'S POV:"Morgan, you can't be doing this right now."My voice was as shaky as my hands right now. "I have to," I said, brushing through my hair hastily. "I have to leave. Now. I can't stay here any longer." I dropped the brush on the bed and picked up a small pocket mirror. My eyes shone with tears, tears that I would not let fall no matter what the hell happens."Morgan, it's two am. It's dark out there and it's not safe."I swerved around and met Winston's eyes. Deep down I felt really guilty right now. He just finished an eighteen hour surgery, he shouldn't have to deal with me right now. His eyes are dull, and there's dark circles under his eyes. He has barely gotten the time to change out of his scrubs and into his day clothes before the nurse ran out, calling his attention that I was trying to leave.I would have used the window so no one knew about it, but she just had to be a loud mouth. And now I've got him worried about me."Winston," I walked up to him, "you look exh
MORGAN'S POVI hadn't expected a mini party when I came back. Confetti exploded in the air, colorful bits of paper and glitter all littered on the floor. A loud should of "Welcome back!" Rang through the air, and I couldn't help the small smile on my lips."Thank you, everyone," I said, scanning the faces of my workers. They looked happy to see me, and while I didn't understand that, I was glad. "Miss Rosewood! You're back!" I nodded, flashing a calm smile at Nora. "Yes Nora, thank you. It's good to be back. The meeting is still on in five minutes right?"Nora nodded. "Yes. We didn't think you'd be discharged anytime soon so we....""It's fine," I put a warm hand over her shoulder. "We're going to be fine, okay."Her shoulder slumped and she exhaled. "Yes, I believe so."I barely remembered most of last night beyond tucking Miranda back in and staring at the ceiling till I fell into a fitful sleep.I had time to do a lot of thinking last night, and now it's painfully clear what I
Morgan's POV:"You actually came," Winston said, surprise visible in his eyes."What, you didn't believe me when I said I would?""Not that," He laughed softly. "You know, the last time I proposed something like this I didn't see you again."Ah yes, the very first time we met after I had spent so long running away from him. I laughed softly. "Yes, don't remind me."He took off his glasses and folded them carefully on his desk. That way I could see his eyes better. "So, the important thing you had to do, did you get it done?""Yes, I most certainly did." I said, remembering the flash. "What are we doing for tonight? Surely you're not going to confine me here, are you?""Not at all. Run some tests and see how things are going with you. And after, you'd join me for dinner.""Dinner? My my, you're so sly."His smile made me feel warm all over. "Thank you, I take that as a compliment." He got to his feet. "Come, let's begin the tests."*****The tests didn't take as long as I had expected.
MORGAN'S POV"Just a minor health issue huh?" I grit out, unable to control the anger brewing inside me.Calm down, Morgan. Don't let your emotions get the better of you. Calm down. She's doing this to poke at you, fake concern. She doesn't know you've figured it out. Nova nodded and smiled. "All those nasty rumors talking about cancer and whatever,""Nova," Dante warned. But she completely ignored him."Thank the heavens they were wrong! I can't imagine my darling bestie having cancer or whatever. I can't imagine losing you!"Wow. How fucking rich. She's the one who started all the damned rumours. Being so fucking clever so it won't be traced to her no matter what. Looking at her makes me want to puke. I can't believe this snake was my best friend for so many good years of my life. I can't believe we used to be so damn close. I looked at Dante and the disgust increased ten fold. He chose her over me. She vanished for whatever reasons and when she came back, he tossed me to the cur
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