UNKNOWN POV"We have to stop meeting here." The woman said. She walked over to the edge of the roof and peered down at the street below. The zoom of cars, the people who looked like ants from the view."It's a beautiful sunset." Her companion said. She turned to see him standing right on the edge of the roof, his eyes on the sky over head. She turned to glance at the sky and sighed."You didn't call me out here to admire sunsets, did you?" "No." he replied. "I'm sure you've seen the recent developments?""I can now see it." The woman chuckled to herself. "It's all falling together piece by piece.""See? " The man said, smiling broadly. "I never disappoint.""We. You mean to say." He rolled his eyes, correcting himself. "We never disappoint." He said.The woman exhaled, breathing in the early evening air. "When would we need to reveal the final piece of the puzzle? " The woman asked."When the time is right." Was his response. "It will soon be revealed. When the time is right.""I ca
Morgan's POVI felt like actual I had died and being resurrected forcefully. I had slept poorly. I had dark circles under my eyes that I had to use a ton of concealer for. I felt cranky, annoyed and overall exhausted.Slamming the door of my car shut, I walked into the office. Last night I had barely seen my father at all. I can't believe he'll still be angry about the Fontaine deal, but I was wrong. Either way, I didn't think about my decision. It was done already. I walked into the office and I immediately noticed the atmosphere.My staff's usual demeanor was crumpled as they gave me nervous smiles as they mumbled greetings I could barely hear. Some stared at me in a strange way while the others avoided eye contact I tried to make with them.I tried smiling when I caught a person's eyes but she quickly looked away, busying herself with what I knew was juts to prevent her from making eye contact with me. I walked into the elevator, unable to dismiss the upsetting feeling in my stom
Morgan's POVI tried to move back in, but the guards wouldn't let me. "What are you doing?" I threw the question at Joseph who looked far ahead into space."We only take orders from Mr Rosewood." He said shifting his gaze to me. "And we have been ordered to use force if need be." Use force? My dad had ordered them to use force on me if I didn't oblige to the new rules?! My own father did this to me?"No." I said to myself more than to them. "No." I repeated retracing my steps. I looked back up at Joseph, but he had taken his eyes off me, regaining his blank faced stance. Turning around, I walked towards my car. At the car door, I fumbled with my car keys trying to unlock the car, my hand trembled. I could feel my heart racing, feeling the hard thuds in my chest. The key slipped from my hands.Fucks sake.I will picked it up, pressing the button hard. Without looking back at the company, I got in and I drove straight for home, ignoring how fast I was going. Could this be why my fathe
Morgan's POV:"What?" I gasped, my eyes wide with horror.He gave me a cold look, the corner of his lips twitching into a cruel smirk. "I believe you heard me perfectly fine." He turned and walked to his car.I bolted after him. Tears filled my eyes. There's no way this was real. My kids...he's taking them from me?!I grabbed his sleeve and held him back. "Daddy please. They are all I have. Please don't take them from me." "Let go of me." He snapped and pulled his hand from mine. He got into the car, behaving like I was a ghost. I banged in the window. "Please daddy! Please don't take them from me." The ignition started. "Please dad.... Please! I beg of you! Don't take them!" I banged harder, he didn't even turn to look at me.I glanced at Sabrina who sat beside him. Her eyes were misty as she looked at me, apologies swirling deep in her gaze. She moved her gaze to my father who sat beside her saying nothing and staring straight ahead. "Dad .."He raised his hand and silenced her.
Morgan's POV;The next morning, my head was clearer but my eyes and face were all puffed up. Winston took cold water to dab my eyes with."I could stay with you..." He began to say "You have work, Winston," I said to him. "I wouldn't want you leaving your work to take care of me. I appreciate it, but no. " He nodded. "Okay." He never pushed. Never. When he was out of work, I called my lawyer. I wanted my kids back and the only way I could fight my dad for them was to sue him for custody. He had no right to take my kids from me. He's not even their father.So I called my lawyer, telling him that I wanted to sue my father for custody. He laid out all that needed to be done, emailing the details to me. I wanted to pay him in advance, but I remembered that my bag and everything else was in my car. Including my phone. But somehow, my phone had been beside me when I had woken up. Through the open window, something shiny caught my eye. I turned to see my car parked outside. Winston must
Morgan's POV;A WEEK LATER:"Markus Rosewood is here by granted full custody of Miranda Rosewood and Cole Rosewood."The sound of the judge's gravel echoes through the courtroom and the empty hollows of my heart. My eyes went blurry and a deep ringing sound settled in my ears.Full custody.The court just granted full custody of my kids to my father. My own birth father. He took my kids away from me. My life. He company I had slaved to build.In a mere week. He took it all away. The courtroom fell into a frenzy. My head turned to my father. He got to his feet and walked away, without so much as sparing me a glance. Without thinking, I ran out to meet him, blocking his path at the entrance of the court room. I didn't care if there were reporters everywhere. All I cared about was that he hadn't won this case fair and square. He had cheated. He used something which he knew I couldn't control as an added advantage to himself. How can my kids be taken away on account of me being a negl
Dante's POV 'The number you’re trying to reach is…' I tossed my phone away from me on the table closing my eyes and rubbing them. Where did she go? Where was she? The last I had seen her was at the court hearing and three days after that, nothing. Her line had been saying the same thing over as over for the past three days. Alexander walked into my office just as I had decided what to do next. "You seem to be going off." He said as I picked up my coat and my car keys. "Push all my appointments an hour upward. I'll be stepping out for an hour." Before I could let him say anything, I walked out of the office to my car, heading for Rosewood Enterprise. By the time I got there it was a few minutes past lunch so I headed directly for his office. "Mr Fontaine." A voice I believed I had heard before called me. I turned to the owner to come face to face with Morgan's sister. The one her dad picked over her. The one he kicked Morgan out for. She didn't bother smiling at me, neithe
Morgan's POVThey all said the same thing."You expect us to go against your father?" The automated voice on the other side of the phone said. Even though it sounded electronic, I could sense the disgruntled tone behind it."I thought you were anonymous. You work for me." "I can't give you hope on this one Miss. I'm sorry." And just like that, he ended the call. I began calling every other underground contact I had to get them to help me at least get back my kids. But none of them even spared me two minutes. "Are you that scared?" I asked one of them, who replied by hanging up on me.My phone rang, an unknown number which I immediately declined. It called again just as I was about to block it. When I busied it the second time, my phone chimed with a message."It's me Sabrina. Please pick up." What did she even want? Hadn't she gotten what she wanted? My phone rang again, I was about to decline the call when a fraction of me thought against it. What if she's as hopeless in all of t
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