Morgan's POVWe stared at each other for seconds, wild thoughts running through my head. The man I had been avoiding, the one I had used at the fundraiser was Winston Valentine, a doctor. What in the history of coincidences is this? My heart started to race in my chest. Why?! Why?! I had done a very good job at avoiding him so far! And now he's my doctor?Finally, he cleared his throat, making us break eye contact. I looked down at my hands, speechless. I couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. "So...you are Miss Morgan Rosewood." He said with emphasis on the Rosewood."Yes, I am." I said quietly. Thank goodness he didn't start off with something from the fundraiser. Was he acting like we never met or was he in his doctor self or did he not remember me? I think I would go with either he first or the second."So let's hear the reason you are here."I raised my head and stared at him. "I've been feeling weak, tired and dizzy. Sometimes, my stomach seems to be in pain and then toda
Morgan's POVAs we walked to the lab, we kept talking. Mostly him doing the talking while I, doing the questioning. We talked about the hospital, and how he happened to be the owner of such a big hospital at such a young age."Really? How old do you think I am?"I laughed, looking at my shoes, and then back at him. "I don't know." I finally said."Take a wild guess."I looked at him trying to figure out how old he could be, but I couldn't come up with anything. I had been calling him young, and he sure looked young, but how young was he?"Twenty seven? Or twenty eight I guess." I said with a shrug."Nope, wrong." He said with a smile. "Think again."After two more failed attempts, I finally have up. I wasn't that much of a genius anyway, except when it came to business deals and evil setups."Twenty six." He said, dropping my jaw. "Twenty six? I was this close." I said, making a tiny hole with my index finger and my thumb. But he sure was young. A CEO at age twenty six? That was craz
Morgan's POVA Saturday. Finally.If only I could scream and mean that. But no! I had work as usual, and I had to finish up more and more work that had been piling on my desk, day in day out. I couldn't complain because, hell! That was the Rosewood oil mill.I got down from the bed yawning, washed up and went to have breakfast. I knew I had to get to work early, to at least get a lot done before lunch, but unluckily for me, I woke up just a little bit late, even when I knew that investors were all lined up, wanting to invest in different segments of the enterprise.Some wanted to invest in the food segment, others shoes, clothing, jewelery, but the biggest we had been expecting, was our potential investor of the year that wanted to invest in our jewelry segment. My favourite!"You overslept." Miranda said as soon as I got to the dinning room. "What am amazing good morning Miranda. Where have your manners gone?" I was surprised that that would be the first thing my four year old daugh
Morgan's POVThe moment I walked into the conference room, every cell in my body screamed at me to turn around and pretend like I hadn't seen the man seated at the edge of the table."Hello, Morgan" Dante said, rising to his feet. I would be lying if I said my heart didn't skip a beat. Both at seeing him and hearing him call my name. "What are you doing here?" I spat in anger, letting my irritation and obvious distaste for him be shown. "You're meeting an investor, Morgan" Dante said and shook his head. He chuckled like it was the funniest joke ever. "It doesn't take two brains to know that it's me."Goddammit!! After all this trouble of seeing him and Nova at the fundraiser and me believing that I would never see him again, he just walks into my enterprise as the anonymous investor Rosewood had been expecting.I didn't even bother sitting down to have another second of wasted time on him. I straightened myself, looking him dead in the eye, trying to hide the feelings of hurt, love,
Morgan's pov:"May I join you?" Winston asked, his eyes sparkling with a smile."Sure" I replied. He took the seat opposite mine and turned to the waitress. "I'll have the fettuccine pasta and a side of chicken.""And I'll have the beef Wellington and some wine.""Wine?" Winston asked and chuckled. "I know it's the middle of the day but I need it." I said with a sigh. " You don't want to know why.""Okay that will be all?" The waitress asked, her gaze travelling between us both. "Yes thank you," I said. She walked away to get out orders ready."Actually, I do." Winston said, making me turn to him. "I want to know what happened."I thought back at the conference room, seeing Dante sitting there so smug and so proud. And anger flared up inside me."I met someone I didn't want to ever see again."Winston nodded solemnly. "That can be hard.""Tell me about it. And the audacity he had! Urgh! ""I'm so sorry you had to deal with such," He said, sincerity in his eyes. "It's not your faul
Morgan's POV:That guy?! That what Dante had to say to me?! Like he wasn't a million times worse!I unlocked my car, my anger threatening to burst at the seams. He thinks he can waltz into my life and hijack it again?! Make my world revolve around him because what, he's about to invest money?!What nonsense!I got into my car, taking care not to slam the door. I love my car more than Dante, and it would be a shame to hurt it because of him. He's not worth anything at all, he shouldn't even be worth my passing glance."Calm down Morgan," I whispered to myself. "Don't let him bother you. He chose Nova, he can fucking live with that."It's a beautiful Saturday. I should be relaxing, taking a breather after a very stressful week at work. Instead I'm sitting in my car, in the parking lot of a restaurant, fuming in anger.Fuck it.I took my phone out and dialed Vontrap. He picked on the second ring."Miss Morgan," He said curtly. In the background I could hear the excited voices of children
Morgan's POV:"Dad, you're being unreasonable." My father stared at me, an unamused look on his face. He leaned forward, his chin propped on his palms as he rested his elbows on my desk. "Why don't you sit down?" He said and gestured to the seat opposite him."I don't need to," I said with a sigh. "I know why you're here, and I won't do it.""Morgan my dear child," he got to his feet and walked over to me. "I understand how you feel, believe me I do.""Dad, I'm tired. And right now all I want to do is go back home and rest."The kids were probably in bed by now. The birthday party had long ended. I received an information from Nora that my father was still at work. According to him, he refused to leave until I arrived."You entrusted this company to me, don't you trust my choices?" I asked."I do, but this is beyond personal reasons.""Working with Dante Fontaine? Dad you know it's impossible. I can't do it. You of all people know why I didn't reveal my identity when I was getting m
Morgan's POV:"Morgan?" Dad called after me. I pretended not to hear him, making my way up the stairs to my room. "Darling please, say something."Say what? What does he want me to say? I walked up the stairs and got to my room. He followed behind me, keeping a safe distance between us as if he was afraid of what I would do. Well actually, it was nothing.I felt numb. I couldn't think about anything but getting to my room and crashing in bed. I locked the door to my room, made a beeline for my bathroom and took a cold shower.He's joking, right? And that girl, she's joking too, right? After my shower I dressed in a loose shirt an went to bed. Tomorrow morning I'll sort my thoughts out. As for now, I don't think so.******The atmosphere that hovered over the breakfast table was nothing short of tensed. I ate my breakfast of oats and fruits, occasionally helping the twins with their own food. Dad sat at the head of the table, watching me with cautious eyes. And that girl sat beside
Morgan's POVI had just finished my afternoon shower when I began to perceive something utterly delicious coming from the kitchen. My heart leaped into my stomach. Had someone come in while I was taking a bath? But if someone had come in, while would they cook? Trying to silence my footsteps, I tip-toed towards the kitchen door, peeking though the home between the door and the wall. I stopped short when I saw who it was. It was then that I noticed his car parked outside. I couldn't remember the last time I get such excitement deep down in my stomach. Without restraint, I ran to him throwing myself in his arms. He giggled carrying me up and spinning before planting a kiss on the tip of my nose. "You didn't tell me your be back.""I didn't give a specific date remember?" He giggled kissing my cheek then planting a soft kiss on my lips. "I missed you." He said. "Me too." I whispered as the heat rushed to my cheeks. Both from the fact that I missed him and the guilt that I had let Dant
Dante's POV"And about Miss Morgan,"I glanced up sharply at Alexander. He quickly cleared his throat. "My apologies, sir."I was about to reply to him when the door suddenly burst open"Dante! Where are you?!"I looked up at the door to see someone I hadn't ever expected to see. I jumped to my feet. "Aunt Leon?""I'll be taking my leave now, sir." Alexander said and hurried out before I could reply him. She stormed up to me and grabbed my collar. Her eyes were full of barely controlled anger. "You silly boy. I warned you? Didn't I?"I gently pried her hands off my collar and flashed her a smile. "Aunty you can sit down, there's no need to yell." "I wonder how you can smile with all these going on around you." She replied with no trace of a smile on her face. "Why didn't you listen to me? Huh?" "Can we not talk about this? I've been talking about it for a week now." "That is exactly my point!"I was literally going underwater sinking deeper and deeper thanks to the online harassm
Third Person POVAs soon as Sabrina stormed out of the house in anger, Rosewood kicked the vase in the centre of the table off the table. "Why are you getting worked up?" Cammy asked in a calm tone as she inspected her fingernails. Rosewood turned to her, a dark and murderous look in his eyes. He looked about to strangle her at a moment's notice. "Why am I worked up?! You caused this!" His voice boomed through the room. "This is all your fault!""Are you yelling at me?!" Cammy snapped, eyes wide in shock. "You're yelling at me...""Don't give that look Cammy! You don't get to act all innocent right now! Don't even think about it!" She rolled her eyes in response, walking closer to him. "You don't have to bring her back." She said softly. She grabbed his arm and rubbed circles into his palm. "Sabrina is fully capable of handling the company. She is your legitimate daughter, and not that—""Don't even dare finish that sentence." He snapped. He pulled his hand back and pushed her to t
Sabrina's POV"Good morning ma'am." Nora greeted standing up as I walked to my office door. A gave her a nodded accompanied by a weak smile with no strength to say a word. She gave an uneasy smile before she sat down.I had noticed that ever since Morgan left, Nora hadn't been her usual self. She was now confined, carrying out her duties stiffly and formally. I couldn't tell if she liked me or not. Best if I didn't know. From last week Saturday to this Saturday had been a nightmare. Thankfully and Surprisingly, the public were in Morgan's favour, yelling at daddy to bring her back. His pride and stubbornness so far couldn't let him. I couldn't help but wonder if he wanted the company to be plunged deep into the pits of hell before he'd being her back. Dumping my bag on the desk, I slumped into my seat staring at the ceiling. A week of remedying the mess he had caused and what was he doing? Trying to cover it up instead of facing it head-on. After several minutes of staring into spac
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