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**EVE'S POV** I thought I knew what heartbreak felt like. But even when I caught my ex in bed with my sister, it hadn't hurt this way. Not even close. All of a sudden, sitting at the kitchen table with my shoulders drooped and my sobbing face in my hands, I realized the true extent of my feelings for Morgan. All along, I had held my feelings for him back because I knew I was lying to him. I hadn't allowed myself to take a moment to feel their depth. Now, they hit me like a tornado. I was in love with my pretend husband. But it didn't matter, because I had lost him. I had known from the beginning he didn't belong to me. I had known a day would come when my deception would come between us. And, I had known I would hate hurting him. But I hadn't thought I would be left with a broken heart. I squeezed my eyes shut as an image of the photo Cindy had sent me shuttled through my mind's eye. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't bear the thought of seeing him with her. The one man who had show
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MORGAN'S POVI spent the next two days in the hospital and left on Monday. They were the longest two days of my life, and only Dickson giving me multiple updates per day about Eve's whereabouts kept me from saying damn it all and leaving against the doctor's advice.I left the hospital in Dickson's company, with Henry driving us. It was only a few minutes' ride to the company, but it felt like it was taking forever. I looked at my watch. It was twenty minutes to nine o'clock. I knew for a fact that Eve was already at work because Dickson had her department director report to him the moment she showed up.I exhaled heavily. I couldn't wait to see her face... hear her voice... hold her...If she would let me.I tapped my fingers on my thigh rapidly. The memory of that day at the hospital flashed through my mind. How she had run away from me, and the accusations her sister had made. The fingers on my lap curled into a fist. I refused to believe it. My sweet Eve would never... I exhaled
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**MORGAN'S POV**I brushed Daniel's hand off my shoulder, irritated. "Is that any of your business?""It is," Daniel said, getting in my face. "If you've come to cause trouble at her work."I narrowed my eyes. What did this man know? He had been civil enough during that dinner. Why did he look ready to give me a beating?"If you must know," I told him flatly, "I'm here to get my wife. Why, do you have a problem with that?"Daniel pointed a finger in my face. "You'll not get anywhere near her."Dickson stepped towards Daniel and pulled him back, about to warn him to watch his mouth if he still wanted to keep his job.Daniel beat him to it. "Do you know this asshole, Dickson?""Shut up, idiot!" Dickson seethed, standing directly between the two of us. "What do you think you are doing?"Daniel indicated me. "Call security to throw this man out.""Why would he do that?" I asked, stepping closer and putting a hand on Dickson's shoulder to push him aside."She ran away from you so you
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EVE'S POVI couldn't stop my body from trembling as I hurried to the elevator and pressed the call button. What was he doing here? Why had he come to look for me at my work? He was already with Cindy. Was that not enough to get back at me for lying?Morgan walked past me and pressed the call button for the executive elevator."We can't use that one," I told him."We can," he said as the doors opened. He reached for my arm, wrapped his fingers firmly around me, and pulled me into the elevator with him. He pressed the button for the executive floor."What are you doing?" I asked, attempting to free my arm from his grip."We'll talk in my office," he said, setting a steely gaze on the closed doors."Office? What are you talking about?"A small part of me was convinced I was dreaming. Or hallucinating. None of this made any sense. I knew Morgan was bold, but this was pushing it. He couldn't just come to my company and do whatever he wished.He looked down at me, one brow dipped. "I guess
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EVE'S POVI frowned. "What was the point of the arrangement, then?" Morgan replied. "It was your adoptive parents who wanted a share of the Carusos wealth, fame, and glory. The pact was their condition to an old business deal. If they had really wanted to cancel it, I would have obliged them in a second.""But they were afraid of your wrath. They acted like there was no way out of the arrangement. Besides Sandra's issue, that's why I agreed... they had adopted me and taken care of me. If I could do that one thing for them." I trailed off and sighed."Then, it appears that your adoptive father was determined to marry one of his daughters into the Carusos' family, come what may. You happened to be the ideal backup when their eldest claimed to be pregnant."I immediately shook my head. "No, my... Jeffery would never do that. He... in that household, he was the only one who treated me decently.""Are you sure he wouldn't? I'm assuming he is the only one who knows the true nature of the
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**EVE’S POV**I swallowed nervously, my heart pounding as I took a step back. "We….""We?" Morgan's gaze hardened. "Are you two a couple now?""Let me explain," I said, lifting a hand to slow him down. "I left the apartment that night. I didn't know there was a storm coming, and that the bus services had been suspended. He saw me at the bus stop."Morgan arched an eyebrow. "And?""He took me to his house—""His house?" Morgan cut me off again, pacing with a tense jaw. "I knew it. That shameless jerk…" He suddenly turned towards the door. "I’ll finish what he started right now."I rushed after him, grabbing his arm before he could reach the door. "I’m not done yet.""Do I need to hear anything else? If you’ve been living with that man—""I only stayed for one night," I told him hurriedly. "I didn't have time to find somewhere else because of the storm. I stayed just that night, in his guest room. The next day, I found a room in Hillside. That's where I’ve been staying.""His guest
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EVE'S POVFour Years Later"Mummy!""Daddy!""Mummy!""Daddy!"As the two toddlers rushed through the room trying to outdo each other with the screaming, I turned away from my laptop and got ready to receive the three-year-old boy who came barreling into my arms.On the other side of the room, Morgan put away the tray of vegetables he was carrying outside to the barbecue just before our daughter barreled into him and wrapped a tiny arm around his legs, the other pointed accusingly towards her brother."Daddy, Oliver is being mean to me again!"Morgan reached down and scooped her into his arms. "Is he? What did he do this time, Sandra?"Now secure in my arms, Oliver turned to glare at his twin sister. "It was my turn. You never let me have my turn!""But then you called me ugly!""Did you call your sister ugly, Oliver?" I asked.He looked at me, blinked, and then shook his head dramatically. "I didn't.""You did!" his sister claimed. And then she started crying.Oliver stared at her f
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EVE'S POV Muffled sounds, filtered through the door of the room on the first floor, a mixture of groans, moans, and grunts. Inside the room, a man drove his hips between the legs of his lover, chasing an orgasm."Keep it quiet" Jake groaned as his lover's moans took a new high tone, as he drove deeper into her. "Someone can probably hear you in the hallway!"The woman looked up at him. "Who cares? Maybe I should scream so Eve can hear us. It looks like you need a little help in breaking up with her."Jake squeezed his eyes tight and focused on the pleasure building in his abdomen. I clearly was the last thing he wanted to talk about while making out with my sister."Why are you still with her, anyway? You have me. why do you still keep that worthless woman around?"Jake pulled his strength out of Cindy, and when his tip was on the very edge, thrust came back into her. A loud gasp left her mouth as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. She threw her head back as he took her hard.
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