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Two fake identities: Not his true bride Fifty six
MORGAN'S POV When I got home that evening, I was determined to solve the issue between Eve and I once and for alI. She retreated to her room early in the night, and when I went to see her, I found out that she was drawing some designs."Can we talk?", I asked, standing beside her desk."l don't have time right now. I have got work to do”, she replied, indicating her paper. "Okay”, I said, knowing she wasn't going to like it if I interrupted her work. "We'll talk when you are done",“I have a lot of work. I might not finish until very late."l will still wait", I really didn't want this matter to go on for much longer. By the end of tonight, I wanted it all to be behind us.She gave me a curious look, but didn't object further. When y settled on her bed with my back against her headboard, she frowned. "You can wait in the living room" she suggested."I'm good here".She nibbled on her lip, and while the action was innocent enough, the thoughts it sent through my mind were anything
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Fifty seven
MORGAN'S POV The next morning, I found that the red marks made by the scratches were still visible and prominent on my face. I had thought that they would have gotten better overnight, but all it would take was one look and someone would notice them.Since they were on the side of his face, it wasn't even possible to hide them with a cap, so I had to go to work that way. It made me even more pissed off at Henry, who was about to have it that morning.Of course, it didn't help that I had a meeting that morning. The moment I walked into the conference room, everybody noticed the scratches. People threw me curious looks and whispered among themselves, but I pretended like I wasn't aware of the attention and sat down in my seat, ready to kick things off.Everything would have gone my way if Henry, who was sitting at my left, hadn't leaned in with a concerned frown on his face and asked, "What happened to your face?",The entire conference room went silent as everybody wanted to hear my
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EVE'S POV When I got home that evening, I found Morgan in the kitchen, cooking dinner. I hadn't known that he could cook, so I was surprised to find him busy, minding the pots as if he knew exactly what he was doing.“I didn't know you could cook" i said, making my way to the refrigerator. Opening it, I took out a bottle of water and uncapped it. Morgan looked at me and gave me a small smile. Small or not, it was enough to cause a riot of butterflies in my stomach. But just as quickly as they had appeared, they disappeared. The memory of last night reared its ugly head, and the giddy feeling was replaced by sadness."l used to help my mother when cooking" he replied, opening one pot and stirring whatever was cooking. From my spot, I caught the mouthwatering smell of steak. My stomach growled in response, and he chuckled. "It's almost ready. Busy day?",I nodded. "Yeah" I replied, and then hooked my thumb towards the bedrooms. "I will go clean up and join you.”Maybe having dinne
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Fifty nine
EVE'S POV I reached for the ring and held it in my fingers, amazed at how beautiful it looked. Beautiful, and expensive. The band was platinum, with a princess cut diamond sitting prettily at the top. It looked like something that I would have chosen for myself. Simple yet stunning. That was if icould stand the price tag, of course.When I had told Morgan to get me a normal ring, i had assumed he would get a simple wedding band. Definitely not one that looked like it had cost a fortune. What if I lost it?"It's not a real diamond", he told me, as if he could read meet mind. "But it's beautiful, isn't it?","It is," I agreed, studying the stone closely. It looked real. But then again, you can't sell fake diamond rings if you couldn't make them look real, right? Morgan seemed to have a real knack for finding counterfeit items that could pass as real.MORGAN'S POV I looked on as Eve examined the ring, hoping she wouldn't catch on to my lie. After all, she was a jewellery designer wi
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EVE'S POV Juliet handed me the plan I had submitted for me to go through again. l went back to my desk and reviewed everything, comparing it with the customer's requirements.When I was done, I found that I had done everything as requested. When I had been preparing the plan before making my submission, this was something I had paid extra attention to. I had known that no matter how good my design was, it would not get chosen if it wasn't what the client was looking for.I was also sure that the director had paid attention to that while deciding which design to go with. By my own evaluation, I couldn't tell what part of the design was not in line with the client's requirements, so I wasn't sure what I was supposed to work on.After checking my draft for the umpteenth time, I gave up on trying to identify possible areas of improvement and went back to Julie's office."Has the client provided new guidelines?", I asked Juliet, thinking that maybe that could be the case. It was common f
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JULIET'S POVHearing this rude lady’s absolute words, I felt helpless. If the client was against using Eve’s design, what else could I do?When I had first received the rejection notice, I had thought it was something to do with the design, even though no clear commentary had been made on what the Wheatstones found unsatisfactory.But now, after meeting the person who was in charge, I realised the design wasn't the problem. The designer was.The CEO excused himself, and the lady left with him. There was clearly no space for further negotiations. It was either that the Edwards Group presented a draft from a different designer, or the collaboration was off. The customers always came first, so I would have to go back and send them the second-best design from the submissions."We should get back. Let's talk about it at the company." I said to Eve who was completely silent throughout the discussion.I couldn't begin to imagine how disappointed Eve was to have her design rejected for some
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EVE'S POV I appreciated Morgan's support, but didn't take his Words seriously. It wasn't like there was anything he could do to teach Cindy a lesson. As long as Cindy was dating the Wheatstones CEO, she could do whatever she wanted at the company.While Isabelle I disappointed to have lost my chance at the project, I was happy I still had a job. Keeping my job at the Edwards Group was more important than taking part in a one-off project. So, I wasn't going to do anything that could offend Cindy, and in extension to the Wheatstone's CEO.She had threatened to bar me from the industry, and while I was confident that she had no means to do that, I wasn't sure about her CEO boyfriend. If Cindy lodged a complaint against me at the Edwards Group and the company chose to side with their client, then…No, I wasn't going to risk it.Besides, after we had gotten back to the office after the unsavoury meeting with Cindy and her boyfriend, Juliet had submitted a draft from another desianer to th
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EVE'S POV Cindy’s smile fell a little as she replied awkwardly,“don't have a position at the company.!""So you are not in any official capacity to take part in this project", Dickson clarified."My boyfriend put me in charge" she replied haughtily."Your relationship with the Wheatstone's Company is private, and as far as l'm concerned, you have no right to determine which design is used in this project. You also have no right to come here and make malicious comments about our staff. I request you to leave the meeting immediately”,As the conference room broke out in murmurs, Cindy shot to her feet and faced Dickson. "How dare you talk to me like that?" She pointed an angry finger at him. "You..you have no idea who you are talking to! I'll ask George to terminate this collaboration right away!",Dickson took a step back, amused at the woman's vehemence. Silly girl, she really had no idea who she was playing with, was she? She must be really dumb to think that her precious Wheatst
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