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Two fake identities: Not his true bride Fifty two
MORGAN'S POV By the next day, Henry had gathered enough evidence to prove the identity of the woman who had sent the ring to the auction. He made a report at the local station, and she was summoned for interrogation.When I arrived at the station, I saw that it was indeed the woman from the pawnshop. I stood in the next room, watching her interrogation through a glass window in the wall. A speaker in the room allowed me to hear the conversation in the other one."What am I doing here? I should be opening my shop right now" the woman asked, looking at her wrist watch impatiently. My mouth twitched. She didn't seem rattled that she had been summoned to the police station. She must have plenty of experience getting away with screwing people over."We've received a report that you stole a ring yesterday and put it up for auction," the officer replied, gathering a few sheets of paper in his hand."A ring?" The woman asked, her tone implying that what the officer had said was incredulous.
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Fifty three
MORGAN'S POV I found Dickson in a bar, surrounded by several beautiful women. Dickson was a total ladies man, and he knew how to keep his women happy. That was the reason I had thought about him as the best source of advice on how to placate Eve.As I approached his booth, Dickson drove the women away, and they left, a bit hesitant. It appeared that they loved his company as much as he loved theirs. I took that as a sign that I had come to the right guy."What's going on?" He asked him after he sat down and ordered a drink. "I'm assuming it's not about work because otherwise, you wouldn't have met me at a bar."Yeah, had it been about work, I would have had him hurry his ass back to the office. Other than being my vice president at the company, Dickson also happened to be my friend. That was why I was seeking such personal advice from him."I pissed off my wife, and no matter what I do, she won't forgive me. What do you think I should do so she can stop being mad at me?”,He looked
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Fifty four
DICKSON'S POV When Morgan called me, I was still in bed, with my lover lying in my arms. My first thought at seeing Morgan's call was that there was an emergency at work, but then I remembered our meeting the previous night.If that was why Morgan was calling me in the morning, his plan to patch things up with his wife must have failed. Unless he was so happy with the outcome and couldn't wait to share the good news.Shifting away from the woman lying next to me, I received the call. "Morning" I greeted, my voice sleepy and raspy. "What's the news?",Morgan didn't bother with greetings, he just went straight to the point. "She doesn't want my money",I scratched my morning stubble. "Well, that's a tough one. If gifts or money don't work, then you should aim for the heart. If you've hurt her feelings, trying to use money to get forgiveness might make it worse.""You think?" Morgan said grouchily. "And you didn't think to say that last night?","Well, I mean money sure helps, but
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Fifty five
MORGAN'S POV The flowers were so many, that by the time we finished cleaning them up, it was already midnight.Eve made a comment about how there were so much more than she had initially thought, but she didn't ask how much they had cost again. Which was good a thing, i guess. She would probably have an aneurysm if she knew.Once they were all packed into bags, I made a call to Henry to bring a couple of his subordinates to come and get them. It would take a few men to carry them all out of the apartment within the shortest time possible. By the time they arrived, Eve had gone to the bathroom to take a shower. EVE'S POV When I had gotten back from work, I wouldn't have guessed that I would spend the evening cleaning up flowers. I wondered whether they had been delivered with a lorry or something.After taking a shower, I walked back to the kitchen to find food. It was very late, but I was yet to have dinner, and all the flower-gathering activity had left me feeling famished. I was
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
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Fifty eight
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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