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
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
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
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
OneMORGAN'S POV:Everything was perfectly set. The dishes were all in their right places. I had even purchased a new seat of plates and cutlery just for this dinner. I had cooked his favourite dish and even included some intercontinental dishes that embraced both his culture and mine. I made sure to pour my heart into this dinner.I bought scented candles of different scents and placed them at different angles. My husband's favourite scent was sunlight.I never understood how sunlight could have a scent but to my greatest surprise, it existed in the market.For three years now, I had been married to Dante Fontaine, the love of my life.Where Dante was to sit, I lit a sunlight scented candelabra, each by his side. While on both sides of where I sat, I lit hibiscus scented candelabra. And for the one in the middle of the table, I lit a candelabra consisting of three sunlight scented candles and three hibiscus scented candles.At the door, I lit the exact same combination as I did for
Two:MORGAN'S POV:My highschool friend that had gone missing when we were about to get into college, had reappeared just like she had vanished, had just walked into my house with my husband and was standing right in front of me."Nova..." I spoke not knowing what to say to my long time friend."Morgan..." She responded, smiling brightly. "Hi.""Hello." I said to her, the air tensed and awkward."I found her stuck and stranded while I was coming home and since it was Nova, I had to bring her back home." Dante said to me avoiding my gaze.Oh. That was why he came back with her. How foolish of Me to think otherwise."Anna!" He called to one of the maids in the living room. "Give her a room, he said pointing to Nova. " Make sure everything that she needs, gets to her." He said to the maid."Yes Sir." She said bowing. Then she led Nova out to go get her a room while I watched them until they disappeared from sight. Then I turned my attention to Dante."You weren't picking my calls neither
ThreeMORGAN'S POV:"Get out of my house." He repeated.I stood from the floor I was sitting on, the tears breaking free. What was the meaning of all this? Divorce, now being thrown out of the house?"Are you now throwing me out of the house?" I asked Dante my words muffled with tears."We are divorced." He said sending a painful jab to my heart. "How then can we live together?" He asked giving me a pouting look."Fine." I responded. "I will leave." I said making to move to the bedroom to pack up my things. He blocked my path."And where do you think you are going to?" He asked looking inquisitively at me."To pack up and leave." I said not looking at his face."I don't think that would be necessary." He said to me shaking his head.Was he serious or was he pulling my legs?"You want me to leave with just the clothes on my back?" I asked surprised that he could do such a thing."Yes." He shrugged not bothered at all. "Dante..." I said finding it hard to believe that the man I had bee
FourMORGAN'S POV:"Okay Cole quit running around! You may hurt yourself." I yelled."Oh do leave the boy child alone." My dad said. "He took just after his grandfather." He said laughing as Cole fell, got up and continued running around with his pet dog."Who even had the idea of getting him a pet dog dad?" I asked my father as I watched my son chasing and falling and all over again, his laughter of milk and honey."Let him be princess." My dad said to me noticing my worry. "He is just a child of four. Let him enjoy his childhood." He was right. Children should enjoy their childhood. "But just make sure that he doesn't get hurt." I said to my dad."Can't you count on your father, the famous Mr Rosewood?" He asked smiling at me."Who am I not to trust you." I said giggling, kissing him on the forehead. "Now I have to go find the other half." I said to my dad leaving the garden. "See what she's up to.""No worries." He replied. "This young Rosewood, is in the good hands of the old Ros
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
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