Sabrina's POV"Open the freaking door Rina!!" My mum yelled from outside repeatedly banging on my door. I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eye, to see her, talk to her. "Sabrina!""Go away mum." I said rubbing my hands on my face. The thudding stopped before she hit the spot one final time before it all went silent. I stared at my hands in front of me as they shook. My breathing was uneven, as my chest rose and fell. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. She has denied killing dad, but was it true? Did she tell me a lie or was she telling the truth? I couldn't tell. Not only had she turned the study upside down, but she had also turned the entire house upside down, searching for daddy's will. I was fifty percent sure that she didn't just want to come into my room and scold me. Who knows, if I had let her in, she wouldn't have turned my room including my private set up upside down in search of the will of the man she claimed to love. If she did love him, why then wasn't she mour
Dante's POVI watched as Morgan walked out of the station without sparing neither Winston nor I a glance. Something was up with her. Something she didn't feel comfortable telling me. Or maybe something she didn't want to tell anybody. "Seems like she's pissed at you." I said to Winston as he appeared beside me after Morgan had left. He didn't reply but just stared at the taxi she boarded. "Why do I feel like she has seen through your fake life and the mask of lies you've been putting on.""Believe what you want to." He said before turning to leave. He stopped turning to face me. "I saw the both of you talking before I came, did she perhaps..." He paused. "Perhaps tell me where she was going?" I finished the sentence for him. "Yes. Did she?""And why do you care." He turned to face me. "Do you really want to do this right now man? We don't even know what she's going through right now. She won't say, we won't speak to me about it and you want to fight me when things are as messed up
Morgan's POVPacing round the hotel room, I couldn't think straight. Thinking if Winston alongside Dante and still not thinking about any in particular. I just couldn't stop thinking of the container I had found. Now, I was 100% sure about Winston drugging me but what I couldn't place a finger to was how and why he had done it. I tried to sit and order something as I hadn't eaten the entire day bit I just couldn't think of stomaching anything after all that I had found out. When did he start drugging me and how long has he been doing that to me? What did he even do to me when I was out cold? Did he...I shook my head picking up my phone to call Dante. He had once said the Sabrina had been trying to reach me for two days. Just how much pills had he fed me to make me sleep for two good days. Then it hit me. I told my dad that I'd come pick my kids first thing in the morning and he had drugged me that night, keeping me unconscious for two days.If had taken my kids first thing in the mo
Dante's POVSabrina's grip on my hand felt like breeze compared to the pounding if my chest. All I heard as I rushed towards Winston in anger was the thumping of my heart. I bet Sabrina was screaming but I didn't know for sure. She was gone. And Winston was juts walking out of her hotel eve after I had given him a wrong one. How? He was a shady one and I wouldn't be surprised if he had trackers in her or even asked someone to tail her or even tail me.I punched him in the guts and was about to punch him again when he gripped my hand, shock evident on his face but I wasn't taking it. Taking my hand from him, I raised it again only for him to block the punch. "Can't you speak about your problem with me? Nuts you be violent?""Speak?" I scoffed taking a look at him from his head to his toe. "You want me to speak when you're just walking out of Morgan's hotel seconds after she's gone missing?""What the hell are you talking about?""Don't play smart with me bastard.""Play smart? I came
UNKNOWN POV"Why me?!" Cammy's daughter screeched shaking her legs and folding her arms while pouting."Come on sweetheart..." Cammy started but her daughter wasn't having any of it. She got up from the seat she had been shuffling her leg wanting to go into her room, when she knocked down a cup from the dinning table. Looking at the cup for some time, she began throwing all the plates on the dinning table down. "Sweetheart listen..." Cammy tried to calm her down but she wasn't having any of it. "Why me?" She screamed at her mother who had gotten on her feet to stop her, tossing more and more plates to the floor. "Why do I have to be the bait? The scape goat?" When cammy didn't reply, her daughter threw a cup at the wall, screaming."Aren't you going to do something about her?" Cammy's voice rose an octave as she questioned her son who sat at the table eating macarons while watching his sister throw tantrums. He shook his head. "Let her enjoy herself." He said with a smile. "Is this
Morgan's POVSomething cold was dropping on me, in droplets every now and then. No matter how I moved, my feet and hands wouldn't comply. They seemed to be obeying a force greater than me. I was cold, my entire body ached, it was all dark. Open your eyes! Open your eyes! Someone seemed to be screaming. But I couldn't comply, couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. Then I began to fall into a dark and deep tunnel, head first. Move your arms! The same voice in my head screamed but I couldn't. The force holding my feet and hands were far stronger and seemed to be digging into my wrists, causing pain to splutter through me. I couldn't die with my twins. That's right! My twins... Where were they? I had to find who had kidnapped them, had to find and rescue them. Had to live with them, tell them their father. I couldn't die here. Or was this just my inner motivation while I was falling rapidly towards my death? Was I really going to die here? Struggling more and more against the force ho
Morgan's POV"Keep your hands up and stay right where you are!" The police ordered rushing into the building. There on the floor, all I could see was Miranda crying her eyes out with Cole still unmoving. No matter how much I wriggled, the bonds couldn't come loose. Nova sprouted to her feet making to run when a lot of lasers pointed at her making her freeze. "Hands above your head!" She obeyed. Unconsciousness tried to take over from the force of the metal edge of the seat digging into the back of my neck, together with how tight the bonds were now that I was head first on the floor. "Morgan!" In a flash, hands were all over me trying to loosen the bonds from my hands. They had barely finished when I rushed to my kids only to be stopped by the paramedics that had just rushed in. "I'm sorry ma'am we have to rush them to the hospital.""And I'm their mother!" I yelled trying to get past them, a jab finding my heart with a closer look at Cole. He looked dead. "Mummy..." Miranda cr
Sabrina's POVFor a complete ten minutes, I sat in my car, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time. I couldn't bring myself to walk into that hospital and see Morgan in so much pain and agony, but I had to do it anyway. I paused my walk as I saw her and Dante on the bench outside the OR with her fast asleep on his shoulder. She looked just as worried as she was when awake as she did while in her sleep. Dante's eyes turned to me as of sensing my presence. "How did it go?" "As planned. She's been taking care of. ""And you?""And me what?" I exhaled walking towards them, getting a clearer view of Morgan now I was close by."When are you going to come clean?" Before I could respond, he added. "And you know what I'm talking about Sabrina. I know you're hiding something. we both know that." I nodded in response. "I know.""So?""Soon.""Soon could be anytime." He remarked. "Morgan has been through a lot and I hope that what's ever it is you're hiding wouldn't cause her a
EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER. The chill in the air warned of approaching winter. The night sky was lifeless without a single star or the moon in sight. Silent, cold, like death. On the roof of a fifteen story building were two men, one younger and the other older. The younger man had his face hidden with a dark hood, but lifeless blue eyes peered out of the darkness. He had his arms folded, muscles bulging under his hood, his skin covered with scars, bullet holes, and tattoos. He had a handsome face, quite striking. But there was no emotion on that face. He watched the street below, the people who hurried about trying to get home before the storm came. The young man stood deathly still one would think he was a statue. "Do you understand your mission?" The older man asked in a gruff voice. He walked up to the younger man's side, making sure to keep a safe distance. "Yes." The younger man replied, coldly. "And please, don't bring in dead bodies. I need them alive, are we clear?" From a
THIRD PERSON POV:"You abandoned me!" Nova screamed at her brother. "Do you know what that felt like?""I fucking didn't abandon you!" Winston yelled back. "Didn't you see? I was also in jail."She screamed so loud, the men around them, had to rub their ears. "It's all that bitch's fault." She screeched. "I'll make sure to tear her apart when I see her.""You have to sit. The plane is in transit." Exhaling in anger, she sat down as the jet moved off the runway and into the air. "What of mum?"Winston smiled looking out the window. "What do you think?" Before his sister could reply, Dr. Shirley walked in, handing Winston a tablet. "It's still in position." She announced with a smile as Nova walked over to them. "What is that?" She asked."Well my dear sister," Winston said as he looked at the red flashing dot on the screen. "Four years ago, Morgan was Dr Shirley's patient. I had Dr Shirley plant a small tracking device in her."Nova gasped and faced him. She grinned impishly and wi
Morgan's POVMy foot bounced as I waited for the video call to connect. My entire room was in a mess.Come on!The ball connected and Sabrina's face came on the screen. "Morgan?""Okay Rina. I'm freaking out!" I started as soon as she picked the call. I jumped to my feet and placed the tablet on the table. "I need your help!""My help with what?" She asked. She had a sheet mask on her face and was eating a bowl of cut apples.I picked up three gowns and held them up. "Which one?"She bummed and stroked her chin. "Hmm, this is really hard.""Oh come on." "I'm serious Morgan. I can't say. ""Just try.""Okay..." She started. She narrowed her eyes and leaned closer. "The white one... Purity... Nice. The red one... Sexy... Good. The pink one is cute and also good. How do you expect me to pick?""That's not an answer. ""What is this even for?""I have dinner with Dante."Her eyes widened and she let out a long squeak. "Oh my goodness finally! That took longer than I expected!"I rolled m
Morgan's POVSIX MONTHS LATER:I lowered the music blasting through my car radio as I tried to parallel park. "Morgan?!" Sabrina's voice came through the speaker. "Guess what I just saw?" I asked Sabrina on the phone as I made to park my car."What?""Listen and don't interrupt.""Okay..." From her voice, I knew she was confused but nevertheless, she'd figure it out. I cleared my throat and began to recite the headline I had just seen. "CEO Sabrina Emily Rosewood, tops the chart as the youngest CEO of Rosewood enterprises to top first three in profits, assets and company growth in less than seven months.""What the hell?" She burst out laughing. "Seriously... You shouldn't sing my praises like that. It's creepy.""I'm creepy." I said with a chuckle. I took my phone and purse and walked out of my car. I headed up to the building in front of me. "Yeah. You are." She said fondly. "I gotta go. My dad needs my help with something.""Again..." She groaned. "I barely even see you these
Morgan's POVThe consistent ping ponging of the door bell shut me out of my haze of confusion and uncertainty. I stared at the screen of my television watching as the investigators were ceasing boxes an boxes of files from Winston's office as they announced that he had been arrested last night as an accomplice in my dad's murder. How was I supposed to take that? The man that I had lived with since I was disowned by my dad happened to have a hand in his murder. But I couldn't understand it at all. Nova killed my dad, while Winston was an accomplice. How and why? It didn't make sense. The ping-ponging continued, but it seemed too far away as I slipped back into the news. The news droned on saying the had been sent an anonymous tip and we're grateful to whoever it was."During the investigation," The anchor continued. "The police have discovered evidence of slush funds, unethical medical practices alongside malpractices and other law punishable offences that are yet to be discovered.
Sabrina's POVI ended the call, feeling disgusted with myself. I had just lied. A lie that would come back to bite me in the ass. I hadn't told Morgan anything. Infact, I had told her that I wasn't hiding anything from her while I was hiding tons. And Winston, I wasn't looking into him one bit. I already knew everything. I had known everything since the reading of daddy's will. And here I was, going to his house as the sun was setting. By the time I got there, it was night. I rang the doorbell, and was ushered in by a butler with a smiley face as if he had been waiting for me to show up. I was led to Winston's study where he stood by the window, sipping from a glass of wine. He didn't turn nor acknowledge my presence until he had finished his glass of wine. "Does Morgan know you're here?" He finally said. His voice sending chills down my spine. "It's isn't proper of you to visit your sister's boyfriend in the dead of the night. " He turned to me with the most lifeless eyes I had e
Dante's POVI rang her doorbell, shifting from one foot to another. Today, she wasn't going to push me away like before. I was going to make sure of that. The speed she used in opening the door told me that she was expecting someone. Was it Sabrina, or was it Winston? I prayed it wasn't Winston. The last thing I wanted was him him in Morgan's life. "Hey." She moved the door to shut it in my face when I blocked it with my leg. "I won't let you push me away today or ever again Morgan. ""I don't want to talk to you. I have nothing to say to you." We struggled against the door till I exhaled and poured it all out. "I know Morgan. I know. I've always know. " Her grasp loosened making me take advantage of the opportunity and opening the door "You know what?"I paused looking at her as she gasped for breath after our little struggle with the door. "I know about the kids..." She went silent. Including her breathing. "I know they're ours."I finalized, exhaling."What?" Her voice was barel
Morgan's POVA knock sounded, alerting me of Mark's presence. "Hey." I nodded, stepping aside for him to enter. "You live here." He said rubbing his hands together as I moved him to the sitting room and disappeared behind the doors of the kitchen, returning with a can of soda."Sit wherever you want." I said sitting down in front of him. "Right." He sat, staring around the house. "Explain yourself." I said."Explain what..?""You." I exhaled, adjusting myself and exhaling. He nodded, setting the can down in the table in front of us. "You must have a lot of questions." He said."I sure do. And you're taking a long time to answer them.""What do you want to know?""How about everything?"He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Everything. Okay. Let me start from the top. I'm Stefan's twin as you know already. He was the golden son of the family and I was the delinquent."I nodded. My father is a delinquent. Good. "My brother and I weren't on good terms because of the judgemental
Sabrina's POVThe stillness around the house was deafening. Morgan hadn't taken anything I had said seriously, and I couldn't blame her. I knew important things about her and didn't tell her about it. I had hurt her and even if she pushes me away when I try to make things right, I wouldn't be surprised. I deserved it. Including what the future held if I was ever to come completely clean and tell her the rest. I couldn't imagine–didn't want to imagine. It would be best for the both of us it I were to tell her the entirety of the truth, but she was still in shock about all that had happened. I couldn't add to that. My eyes drifted to the door, recalling how she had banged the door as she left, and how my mother had spoken to her. How could she be so insensitive? Did she really care for only daddy's will? Did she really love him?Morgan didn't deserve this sort of wickedness. From my mum or any other person. She had lost way too much for no reason and the last thing she needed was s