Morgan's POV:"Mommy! Cole is being mean to me again!" Miranda's scream rang out through the park, so loud that a few parents and even kids paused what they were doing and turned to face her.I blinked out of the fog that gathered in my head. I didn't realize I had been lost in my thoughts till I heard Miranda scream "Cole, please be nice to your sister.""She's not my sister." Cole said and folded his arms, a smug look on his face. "If she were actually my sister, she'll have no problem with us playing together!"I glanced at Miranda. She had her face smothered in custard pie, clunks of it dripping down her chin. I sighed softly and got up from the blanket I sat on."Don't say things like that." I said to Cole, a stern look on my face.Cole chuckled and turned away. He sighted a kid and her dog and ran up to them. While I had to stay behind wiping the mess off Miranda's face."I hate him" Miranda said, her voice cracking. "He's so mean to me."I felt a pang of guilt inside my heart.
Morgan's POV:The picnic had gone horribly. If it had been a deal signing, I would have failed. It was currently night with the kids tucked in and sleep gone completely from my eyes. I sat at the kitchen counter, drinking from the carton of milk in hopes that I'll be able to sleep. "Miss Rosewood?" I heard a voice behind me and turned. Mr Vontrap stood in the doorway, an alarmed look on his face. "You're awake this late," I took a moment to look at him. My father's oldest staff, he's always been a permanent figure in my life. Ever since I was a kid, up until now. And the same is happening for my kids.Although I won't say I'm closer to him than I am to my father. Who am I actually kidding? I'm not even close to my father anymore."Yes, I'm awake." I replied and turned back to my milk."If you want to sleep, I will brew you some chamomile tea."I chuckled. "No thank you. I doubt any amount of chamomile will help me now. I'll just drink my milk in peace."He walked into the kitchen an
Morgan's POV:The TV reporter was talking in animated tones about the recent scandals that have come to light about rising woman entrepreneur and beauty girl boss, Nova Bloom. Nova was recently found at the centre of a lot of disastrous scandals, most of them centering around her being a terrible boss and treating her employees like trash. Hard to deny it when it was caught on camera multiple times. The reporter's voice droned on in the back of my head, my mind miles and miles away from my current environments. Last night was stuck in my head. Dinner with Winston, having time to clear up the air about why I was being a little stuck up bitch. I touched my lips and a small smile lit up my face. I could still feel his lips when I reached across the table and pulled him into a daring kiss, my boldest act ever. Oh it was perfect. I didn't recoil. I didn't hate it. What was I even afraid of in the first place? Letting Dante's words in that elevator get to me? I knew now. I had all the
Morgan's POV:Its been three days since Nova's market price began it's steady plummet to hell."We have acquired the last of the Bloom establishments."In three days, it was done. at first it seemed like it was surreal, surely there's no way it could have been this easy, right?"Finally. She was being stubborn." I clicked my tongue in annoyance. The person over the phone sighed softly."Yes, she was. But she can't be stubborn forever when her market value was going to hell.""I know, I know. You can return now.""Yes, Miss Rosewood." And the call ended.She won't know. I just saved her, and she won't know about it. I got up from my seat and walked closer to the floor to ceiling window overlooking the cityscape. Everything had gone according to plan. For a moment I was worried that she won't sell, knowing how proud she was. But her buyer was kind and considerate, letting her know that something wonderfully good would come out of it all. She doesn't know that the buyer is me, however.
Morgan's POV:"Miss Rosewood, we have arrived." Charlie, my driver said and killed the car engines. "Thank you, Charlie." I replied.I looked out of the window at the large beauty house off the side of the road. Bloom's House, in bold and chic neon colors. Nova ran this place. She's always had a knack for making things beautiful. It's been her passion ever since I knew her. She would take anyone and make them look ten times beautiful. I remember when she did her makeover on me. She cut my hair so short it took a month to grow back. And she told me I looked better that way. I believed her then, even as I mourned the loss of my long hair. Nova said I looked pretty. Nova that all the boys liked said I looked pretty. So I believed her. Even as I cried my eyes out every night, I believed her. I was so stupid. but I was young. Young and blind to see her for the snake that she was. The memories hit me hard. But then again came the betrayal.I looked away from the building and stepped out
Morgan's POV:"Trick?" I asked with doll eyes. "You saw for yourself. How could that possibly be a trick?""You bitch!" She yelled, raising her hand to land a slap across my fave when I held her hand and shoved it off. My face becoming like hard stone. "I will make sure I destroy you!" She barked "So be careful how you speak to me bestie.""Don't you dare call me that rubbish!!" My hand went to my chest. She had always called me bestie hadn't she? And now she didn't want me calling her that. I gave her a sweet smile she returned with boxing flames of fire in her eyes. "Is this what you calm revenge? For ruining you?" Bingo! She had admitted to it. Just what I wanted. "Maybe." I said. "Let me tell you Morgan. You were headed for the floor of the cliff long time ago. I only helped you get to your miserable end faster. You should be thanking me. I saved your fucking life!""You really are crazy upstairs bestie...""I warned you..." She picked her laptop, hauling it at me. "Not to
Morgan's POVI walked down the podium, with my head held up high not sparing my father not Sabrina a glance as I walked to my car with Nora beside and Emerson with both of us. Questions were thrown here and there at me. "What do you intend to do with all those falling companies?""Miss Rosewood! What do you have to say about this?!""Miss Rosewood over here please! These establishments, is it true that you had your eye on them for a long time?!""Miss Rosewood! Won't you say something?!"The cameras flashed and went off in front of me, I barely flinched in response to them. The voices of the reporters filled my head, making me dizzy. I didn't bother responding to any of the questions. I owed nothing to them.As Charlie turned in the ignition to drive off, I turned toward the crowd we had walked through, my eyes meeting my dad's. The look on his face reminded him of one time I had saying that I had put fire ants in my classmate's shoes. When I had gone home that day, he was livid. I t
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 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