EVE'S POV
My face burned red at Morgan’s words and proximity.
Why was he suddenly acting this way?.
I had already made it clear that I wasn't going to share the bed with him, let alone sleep with him!
He must be teasing me!.
His lips was so close to my ear as he whispered.
"What do you think?"
What did I think? I couldn't even think, for one. The only thing I knew was that I needed to get out of this situation…
Quickly, I ducked under one of his arms and sprinted across the room to the bathroom. I didn't care of how I looked like running away. I would deal with the embarrassment the next day.
Now, all I had to do was remain in the bathroom until he went to sleep then I could slip back into the room.
Heaving a sigh, I walked to the mirror and took in my appearance. My face was a raw shade of red, and when I placed my fingers against it, i felt how hot it was.
When was I going to stop having such a reaction to him?
MORGAN'S POV
When I woke up the next day, the first thing that registered in my brain was the mouthwatering aroma filling the room.
At first, I thought I was dreaming. Then I opened my eyes and looked towards the kitchen.
It was Eve. She was moving behind the counter, flipping something on a pan while the stove was on.
Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and shifted my long legs to the floor. She really was making breakfast.
While I was still staring at her, she turned around with the pan in her hand. Her eyes flew to me and she gave me a small smile.
"Morning. Breakfast is ready"
"Morning" I replied, finally getting to my feet.
"I pop into the bathroom for a sec."
As I went, I tried wrapping the entire thing around my head. It seemed as if everything about her was catching me by surprise. But then again, I hadn't expected to wake up to breakfast prepared by my pretending wife.
When I got back into the room, Eve had already prepared the breakfast table. So I joined her and appraised the bowls of steaming food, and a pot of freshly brewed coffee that she got a hold of and asked,
"Coffee?"
I nodded, smiling.
"Yes, thank you"
When was the last time I had a home-cooked meal? That I couldn't remember.
EVE'S POV
As the two of us sat down for breakfast, I noticed how heartily Morgan ate his portions. I knew i was a good cook, but I hadn't expected him to wolf everything down as if it was the most delicious meal he had ever had.
"Wow, that was very delicious. Thank you" he complimented when he was done.
"Sure" I replied, unsure of how else to react.
He looked genuinely pleased.
"You're a very good cook. I wouldn't mind eating your food every day"
Was he being serious now, or was he just exaggerating? Anyways, it didn't matter to me.
"I have to go somewhere. You will have to wash the dishes" I told him, rising from my seat.
I headed over to the bed and picked up my purse as he asked.
"Where are you going?"
I was actually going to see my parents, but I wasn't going to tell him that. It wasn't any of his business, anyway. We had agreed to stay out of each other's business.
"See you later" I told him instead, leaving quickly.
MORGAN'S POV
A few minutes after Eve left, there was a knock on the door. And when I went to open it, I found Henry, my assistant, on the other side.
"Good morning, Boss. I brought your breakfast" he said as he walked into the house.
I closed the door and went in after him, heading for the kitchen table to continue gathering the used dishes.
"l already had breakfast" I informed him
"Eve made it"
Henry watched in astonishment, as I cleared the table.
“You what? She.. but..but you only eat food from the restaurant”
He obviously knew how picky I was with food. He only ever ate food from one restaurant. To imagine that I had eaten breakfast prepared by my new wife…
"Stop gawking and help me clean up. I have somewhere to be soon" I admonished.
EVE'S POV
I had only one agenda for my visit home, and that's to get the money for Sandra's treatment.
I was already planning on how to go about it, after getting the money. I guess I would go straight to the hospital to see that Sandra’s treatment begins right away.
Morgana, Jeffery, and Cindy were in the dining room, having breakfast when I got there.
"We are having cash flow problems at the moment, so we can't pay the bill right now" Morgana said, sipping on a cup of tea after l had told her what I wanted.
“What?!!. But you told me that as soon as I marry Morgan, you would pay her bill”,
"And I'm telling you that we don't have the money right now", Morgana argued.
"Then why did you promise that you would pay the money if you knew you couldn't? Sandra can't afford to wait any longer", I pointed out, getting upset.
I felt like I was having a nightmare. How could they do this to me? The only reason I had agreed to marry Morgan Caruso was because my parents had promised to pay for Sandra's medical bill right away. So how could they now tell me that they couldn't, after I had married the man the wanted?
"Don't worry, I'll try to get you the money before this evening" Jeffery offered from his place at the head of the table.
"When l go to my office later, I will have my accountant-"
"Jeffery!" Morgana interrupted him.
"You know very well that we cannot afford to pay the money right now. Do you know how expensive treatment for kidney failure is? We cannot afford to use any funds from the company at the moment. She can wait!"
"If she could wait, I would have looked for the money elsewhere, instead of agreeing to marry some man I've never even met!" I retorted.
"Where is he, anyway?" Cindy asked.
"How could he let his new wife go back to her parent's house alone the day after the wedding? Doesn't he want to come and greet his in-laws?"
Clasping her hands below her chin, she gave me a sympathetic look.
"Oh, or is he too ashamed to step foot here?. Maybe he doesn't have a nice suit to wear today?", she added.
"Shut up, Cindy" I snapped at her.
How dare she make fun of me when she was the cause for all this! I should have never agreed to get married in Cindy's stead. How stupid could I be to think that the Luciano's would keep their end of the deal? When had they ever treated me fairly?
"How dare you talk to my daughter like that?" Morgana shouted, putting her cup down and shooting to her feet.
"Only one day out of this house, and you're already behaving like an ingrate?"
"Morgana-" Jeffery tried to calm her down, but she held a palm out to him, shutting him up.
"The nerve of you to storm in here and start demanding money as if we owe you anything. You are no longer a member of this family, do you hear me?"
I folded my hands into fists as I met Morgana's hateful gaze head-on. In my peripheral vision, I saw Cindy rise from her seat too.
"Throw her out, mother. If l ever see her face in this house again, I might just throw up."
I scoffed.
"So after having me marry him in your stead, you now declare that l'm not a member of this family?"
"You never were," Morgana told me, grabbing my arm and pushing me away.
"Get out!"
I grind my teeth together as I caught herself on the table to steady myself from stumbling to the floor. I wished there was something I could.say or do to make them keep their promise. But after everything they had put me through, I knew it would be in vain.
They had used me as they wanted, and now they don't need me anymore.
Straightening, I turned on my feet and stalked out of the room. Cindy went with me, escorting me to the door.
She opened it, and as I was walking through it, she pushed me from the back, causing me to stumble onto the porch outside.
"Go back to wherever you came from," she sneered.
As I stumbled onto the porch, I was about to fall, but someone caught me in their arms. Puzzled, I looked up to see who it was.
"Morgan?”
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MORGAN'S POV When I got to my new in-laws house, I wasn't expecting to be welcomed by the sight of my wife being thrown out of the house.As she stumbled onto the porch, I reached forward quickly and caught her arms, steadying her. "What's going on?" I demanded, taking in her face. Her face was flushed, her lips pursed, while her eyes were teary and red."Nothing"' she muttered, turning her face away from me and freeing herself from my grip. "What are you doing here?", she inquired.I looked towards the open door, where.Eve’s sister had been standing a few seconds ago. Turning around, I spotted Henry who was carrying several shopping bags. "Henry, bring them into the house" I told him."Okay, boss" Henry agreed and walked past Eve and i into the house."What is that?" Eve asked as she looked closely at the bags Henry was carrying."Gifts for my new in-laws," I answered, and then reached for her hand. "Come on, let's go inside!"EVE'S POV I was a bit hesitant to take his hand, b
EVE'S POVI was taking in the spectacle unfolding before me, when Morgan took my hand and led me towards the front door. Of all the ways I had expected Morgan's visit to go, this was definitely not one of them. I could still hear my mother and sister's grumbling as the door closed behind us.Morgan kept his hold on my hand all the way to the front of the house. When he let go, he came to a stop and regarded me. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to your parents' house?"I looked towards the door, half-expecting my mother to appear with more flattering words for Morgan. While I did, I jogged my brain for an excuse to give Morgan. It wasn't as if I could tell him that I came to collect the money that my parents had promised me, on the account that I married him…"Eve?" Morgan's voice urged.Looking away from the door, I faced him."I'm sorry about that. When I left the house, I got a call from my father asking me to come by immediately. I didn't have time to tell you."I remember
EVE'S POV After settling in my new home, I had one more thing to do, finding a job. The sooner, the better. I was no longer getting any money from my parents, and Morgan’s financial situation wasn't the best. So the sooner i got a job, the better it would be for all of us. Once I find a job, maybe I could look for a new apartment to rent. Although, the house we were living in wasn't exactly the worst, it was practical at best. Living with Morgan in the same room when we were only pretending to be a couple had its own share of challenges I wished to fix soon.With a good job, I could be able to afford to rent a good apartment where we could each, have our own rooms. Also, once I find a job, I would have fewer things to worry about and finally focus on finding ways to raise funds for Sandra's medical bill. I had high hopes of finding a job quickly. Just the other day, I had received a call for an interview from Edwards Group, a famous design company that was renowned in the fashion
ELLA'S POV "Yeah, please do tell us" the man sitting next to me encouraged.I crossed my arms across my chest and pursed my lips before speaking up."l just don't have a good feeling about her, that's all""That cannot be a good reason to not hire her" Someone pointed out. "It sounds as if you have a personal grudge against her. You need to give a good reason why you don't recommend her for the position""I do not have a personal grudge against her," I claimed firmly. "But yes, I know her from school. We were classmates. That's why I know she might not be the kind of person we want in this company”."What kind of student was she?"."The kind that cheats on exams," I said. "Look, I didn't want to bring this up because l'm not sure it's relevant now. But who knows, maybe she hasn't changed at all. Back then, she copied a classmates design and won an award with it. The other student was disqualified. I have no idea how she managed to convince the professor that she was the original d
MORGAN'S POV Eve looked up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She eyed the pamphlet in my hands and shrugged. "Yeah."Then she looked away again and focused on her laptop. But I didn't miss her tone, and how her face fell at my question."And?" I urged."I didn't get the job.""Oh" I mumbled, frowning. "Can I take a look at your resume?""Sure"I took her document and sat back on the sofa.The more I scrutinised the document, the deeper my frown grew. From what I was seeing, it didn't make sense that she wouldn't pass an interview at the Edwards Group.According to her resume, she was a top student at her college and even won a scholarship after winning a design contest. That aside, she had recently won a design championship. Both were enough proof that she was a brilliant upcoming designer."Why were you rejected ?", I asked after looking through her resume."Probably because I didn't pass the exam," She replied. EVE'S POV But even as I said that, I doubted it. I
EVE’S POVI walked into the kitchen to the sight of Morgan, standing over an overturned recycling bin, with several shattered beer bottles at his feet. He had a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other, still as he looked at the mess he had made.When I appeared, he looked from the mess to me and then back again. "l, uh..." he began, then went to rub the back of his neck, but realised that was impossible with the dustpan in his hand, so he dropped his hand and shrugged.I was relieved that he didn't seem to have hurt himself. But I couldn't help but be amused at how he looked standing there looking at the mess he had made, as if not sure how it had happened.He cleared his throat and looked at me. "I was sweeping and then. I hit the bin."Yeah, I had guessed as much. Stepping forward, I reached for his broom. "Let me clean it up.""No" he said, stepping back. "Careful" he added, looking down at the shattered glass. "Don't step on them".I stepped back from the fallen bin.“Ar
EVE'S POV When I got to the Edwards Group building, I headed up to the floor I had been on the previous day. However, when I emerged at the waiting room leading to the room, I had been interviewed in, a well-dressed lady approached me."Are you Eve Luciano?" she asked politely."Yes, that's me," I replied."Welcome to Edwards Group, Ms Eve. I'm Liliana, the vice president's assistant. Please come with me, the vice president is awaiting you."I blinked. "The vice president?""Yes. I'll show you the way."I went with the lady, surprised at the turn of events. I had expected to be led to an interview room. Why does the vice president want to see me?As we went, I noticed that many people stared at me. Do they know me?.The previous day, nobody had really paid me any attention. But then I thought of the apology email from the company. Maybe this people here knows about what had happened to my interview.Linda came to a stop in front of a door and pushed it open. Stepping aside, she ges
ELLA'S POV When I was asked to see the vice president first thing in the morning, I never could have imagined it would be concerning Eve's interview and her subsequent rejection. After having the panel reject her the previous day, I had slept like a baby, happy that I had finally executed my revenge. Keeping Eve out of the company almost made up for that time in college when I lost the scholarship to her. And, not only had I managed to cost her a job at the prestigious Edwards Group, but also I had tarnished her reputation at the same time. I had been certain that once the words spread in the industry, Eve would have a hard time finding a job elsewhere.With all the happy imaginations in my head, I hadn't foreseen what was currently happening, sitting opposite a righteous-looking Eve, under the strict scrutiny of the Edwards Group's, vice president.Why was Dickson paying so much attention to Eve's case, anyway? The man rejected hundreds of applicants daily and forgot about it. If