Morgan's POV:"You're up." I looked to my right to find Sabrina seated there. She looked exhausted to say the least. "I guess so." I said. "Don't worry. The door's locked. None of them will disturb you."None of who? Uh, right. Winston and Dante. "Is Winston okay?" I asked. Sabrina tilted her head to the side looking at me from head to toe. When she didn't reply, I slowly shook my head, demanding an explanation. "Is anything wrong?..." But I had barely finished the sentence when the news came crashing in me like a boulder. The screech I heard in my ears that was my own voice screaming without realizing it. "Morgan..." In that voice, I could hear the struggle to keep it cool, to keep it together... To play the big sister. "Morgan?!" I but down on my trembling lip trying to swallow. Impossible with the sobs taking inside of me so I just let it all out, wailing my eyes out. The void was too hollow. So deep and empty that I could call out and hear my voice bounce off the walls of
Sabrina's POV"I don't trust him." Dante said once we were outside leaving. Just as if he had been reading my mind and was able to say what I was about to. I nodded at him."Me too." I exhaled. "I don't trust him." He seems off but I knew Morgan couldn't see it–couldn't sense it. She saw him as the boat that sailed her from the turbulent sea to safety and I didn't want to take that from her. But what if Winston were to cause her more harm than the turbulent sea?"She'd sick." Dante said. "She looks sick like..." He exhaled. "Something is wrong with her. She's not okay. We need to do something.""Like what?" I met his gaze. "Why should we do? Morgan is not one to back off because of talks. We need evidence of these things we suspect. True evidence." My phone began to buzz. "Mum?""Come home right now!" Her voice was fidgety, shaking to the core. "What's wrong?" I asked getting on my feet. "Immediately Rina. There's trouble." Hanging up, I turned to Dante. "There seems to be trouble
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
Morgan's pov:I grabbed my champagne flute a bit too hard, the brief fear of breaking it flashing through my mind. It should be impossible, right? Breaking the glass with my bare hands. But with the emotions running through me right now, I had no doubts that if I pressed hard enough I would break the glass.Dante. Dante is here. I hadn't expected him to show up, heck I hadn't expected to see anyone I knew here! The Lovesons were a secretive lot, very few people were invited to parties they attended to.And yet Dante is here. He's looking right at me, those eyes that I can't shake off my mind no matter how hard I try. Those eyes that often gazed at me with a soft look that brought tears into my eyes. Only for me to find out that it was all fake. He had another woman in his mind as he stared at me. I grit my teeth hard, raising a door against the memories. This isn't the time. This isn't the time to be going down memory lane. He cast me out. He treated me like trash.Morgan, don't eve
Morgan's pov:"Babe, you certainly took your time getting here." I said, flashing the man a brilliant smile. With my eyes I pleaded for him to understand the situation."Babe?" Dante asked behind me. I didn't dare glace at him. I didn't date take my eyes off this handsome stranger in front of me with the champagne spill on his shirt. I didn't dare break eye contact. Nova scoffed. I ignored her.Blue eyes stared into mine, an unreadable look in them. His eyes moved down to my hand placed daintily on his chest, and back to my face.Please. Please play along. "I'm so sorry my love," The man said, bending down to my cheek. "I had a little emergency at home, I didn't intend to come late." He raised his head back up, a smile on his face bright enough to light up a small town."Did the dogs act up again?" I asked, shaking my head with a chuckle. Outside I look calm, but inside I'm screaming with joy. Relief washes over my like a tidal wave. He caught the hint! "What can I say? Molly miss
Sabrina's POV"I don't trust him." Dante said once we were outside leaving. Just as if he had been reading my mind and was able to say what I was about to. I nodded at him."Me too." I exhaled. "I don't trust him." He seems off but I knew Morgan couldn't see it–couldn't sense it. She saw him as the boat that sailed her from the turbulent sea to safety and I didn't want to take that from her. But what if Winston were to cause her more harm than the turbulent sea?"She'd sick." Dante said. "She looks sick like..." He exhaled. "Something is wrong with her. She's not okay. We need to do something.""Like what?" I met his gaze. "Why should we do? Morgan is not one to back off because of talks. We need evidence of these things we suspect. True evidence." My phone began to buzz. "Mum?""Come home right now!" Her voice was fidgety, shaking to the core. "What's wrong?" I asked getting on my feet. "Immediately Rina. There's trouble." Hanging up, I turned to Dante. "There seems to be trouble
Morgan's POV:"You're up." I looked to my right to find Sabrina seated there. She looked exhausted to say the least. "I guess so." I said. "Don't worry. The door's locked. None of them will disturb you."None of who? Uh, right. Winston and Dante. "Is Winston okay?" I asked. Sabrina tilted her head to the side looking at me from head to toe. When she didn't reply, I slowly shook my head, demanding an explanation. "Is anything wrong?..." But I had barely finished the sentence when the news came crashing in me like a boulder. The screech I heard in my ears that was my own voice screaming without realizing it. "Morgan..." In that voice, I could hear the struggle to keep it cool, to keep it together... To play the big sister. "Morgan?!" I but down on my trembling lip trying to swallow. Impossible with the sobs taking inside of me so I just let it all out, wailing my eyes out. The void was too hollow. So deep and empty that I could call out and hear my voice bounce off the walls of
Dante's POV"Get your hands away from her." I hissed at Winston, hitting his hands off. He exhaled with a scoff before fully facing me."What's your problem?" He spat in disgust and anger. I didn't care in the least bit. I am not scared of him neither was I ever. "Like hell you don't know." I spat back, coming to stand in between him and Morgan. "You would not lay a finger on her. Not while I'm here." He raised a brow at me, stepping back a little before smiling like a maniac. Just as the smile appeared, it disappears as he stepped forward, covering the steps that he had taken back. "You won't let me lay a finger on her..." He repeated cocking his head like a complete nut job. What the hell was this guy? "Why? You think I'm poison for her? Bad luck?" I walked up to him, our faces barely an inch away from each other. "Mmm. You're bad luck. You're poison for her.""Proof?" He asked with a cocky grin before his eyes widened as he shrugged, putting his hands in his pocket. "The only ba
Morgan's POV"What the fuck?!" Winston yelled, anger swirling in his eyes, but he didn't move away from me just like at the doctor's dinner party when that girl had caught us kissing on the rooftop. But Dante didn't even let him speak anymore. Before I could breath or even utter a word, Dante had pulled Winston away from me and began punching him in the face. "Shit Dante?!?" I yelled in panic, jumping down from the table. But that didn't stop him from punching Winston. Winston on the bed the hand just laid there watching Dante mercilessly hit him. God I came let things happen. "Get off him Dante! Stop this madness! Dante! ..."Shit shit shit! How much more would this man embarrass me?! I swore I heard a crack as his fist collided with Winston's jaw. Looking around trying to find something, anything that would get him off Winston. Looking around,I spotted a mop stick I hadn't seen tucked away in a corner. Picking it up, I smacked it into the back of Dante's head, masking him pause
Morgan's POVI woke up from a dreamless slumber. It took some time to readjust my sight to seeing in the dark. Blinking, I stumbled out of bed to the switch, turning it on. 9:45 p.m. Rubbing my eyes, I tried to remember what had led to me waking up before I remembered that I had passed out after dinner. Winston must have tucked me into bed. But what happened before I passed out? Trying to think deeper, I just couldn't get a hold of the events before I passed out. My bones seemed to creak with each step, making my muscles difficult to get into motion.I headed to the bathroom and ran a cold shower. It helped wake me up. I changed my clothes and once I was done freshening up, I realized how thirsty I was."Heavens, I need water." I muttered under my breath and headed to the kitchen. I drank my water and decided to look for Winston. I checked his room first but he wasn't there. Which meant he was in the study. Knocking twice, I walked in to see him asleep on his desk. He needed to l
UNKNOWN POVA massage parlor. Soft piano music filled the air, wisps of lavender incense rose from the incense holders placed all over the room. Two women laid out on massage tables, talking to each other. "I'm tired of waiting." The woman pouted looking at her mother. "When do we get to make things right? When do we get to strike?" She asked jolting up from the massage table she was lying on. "Stay still already love. Why did you love to rush things? Patience." Her mum replied pulling her daughter back down onto the massage table. "Soon... Sooner than you think sweetheart. Everything is finally making sense." She smiled at the masseuse who seemed terrified as her hands gently wobbled."Are you uncomfortable?" The woman asked her mother's masseuse. The young lady shook her head forcing a smile. "There no need to lie. " The woman said relaxing and closing her eyes just as the two masseuse exchanged glances with each other before returning to their work. There was silence and peace,
Morgan's POV"How long are you going to stay in there?" Winston asked at my door. He had been there for the past ten minutes trying to get me to come out. But I just couldn't. The tears were biting me when I was talking with my father but now I was all alone, they were no where to be found. Not even a trace left, nothing. But I just couldn't bring myself to come out. "You know dinner's getting cold right. And you hate cold dinner." I chuckled at his attempt to get me to come out of my room but at least, it worked. Getting up from the floor, I walked to the door opening it. He stood outside with a tray of food."Since you couldn't come to dinner, I decided to bring dinner to you." "Thank you," I said with a soft smile. I moved to the side and let him come in. He walked in and set the tray on the nightstand. We both sat on the bed. "How did the conference go?" I asked as he served me a plate of rice, vegetables and chicken. "So so," He said. "These things are mostly boring. But th
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