January 2014MORGANA FOSTERA girl walked out of the room, and there was no smile on her face. This meant there was still a small chance of salvation for me and my father. That I could leave here married and "happy."What a bad joke!With two jobs and accumulated college tuition, plus my father undergoing chemotherapy, I was exhausted. Not only were the college expenses piling up, but the hospital bill was also growing larger, and my father's health had significantly worsened in recent months. That's why, and only why, I decided to show up for this interview for a sham marriage.Yes, this is at least stupid. Who still needs something like this in the 21st century?He could be a man too shy to find a wife. He could be a very busy executive who didn’t want to bother with finding a real wife. Or simply an ugly man. A million things crossed my mind while I waited for my name to be called and prayed that the other girl hadn't done so much better than I would now.The mere idea of a sham mar

RYAN BURKEIt was late afternoon, and there were few clouds in the sky. I left the office shortly before 4:00 PM. Morgana would be arriving at "our house" sometime between today and tomorrow; she had been avoiding me for a few months. I hadn't reached out to her during that time, not because I liked her, but because I needed to maintain the farce she and my grandfather had put me in.I never wanted this damn marriage, but I felt some empathy for her situation when she explained her father's health condition.I had been deceived from the beginning of all this. So, we came to a consensus; I wouldn't interfere with her life, and she wouldn't interfere with mine. We would remain in this marriage agreement while her father needed medical treatment, and I would maintain my relationship with Elena. The marriage with Morgana had always been nominal. Honestly, I never paid much attention to her; my affections always belonged to the blonde with blue eyes who dominated me.Since her father passed

MORGANA FOSTER In the car, the journey to the Burke mansion was silent. Ryan didn't try to start a conversation, and I wouldn't insist on bothering him. Silence would reign throughout the way. As he drove, I looked at the street, reminiscing about how all of this started and how I ended up here. "Who would have thought that little Morgana Melissa Foster would be married at twenty-three to such a handsome and powerful guy like Ryan Burke." I glanced sideways at the man driving the black Rolls-Royce. Perfectly sculpted in his black suit. I couldn't help but laugh bitterly at my own life. In the first year of marriage to Ryan, I was sure I could win his heart if I were truthful and showed him that I was willing to do anything for us. So I cooked my best dishes and sweets, took care of him when he was sick, did everything possible. But it didn't help much since he spent most of his time on business trips and the majority of his free time with Elena. No matter how kind and caring I

MORGANA FOSTERWithin minutes of answering a call, Ryan was gone with a lame apology to his family, leaving a heavy atmosphere behind. I tried my best to ignore whatever he came to do to me.He hadn't given me a single explanation, but I knew he had left to find Elena. My heart ached, and I had to keep the smile awkward.At the end of the night, James guided me back to the house from the mansion. He was a handsome man, too handsome to work as a simple driver. Always polite and kind. Treating me much better than my husband. I sighed heavily at the realization of that fact.The way back was silent. James wasn't much of a talker and neither was I, which limited our interactions. Arriving home, I walked up the stairs with heels in hand and went straight to the bedroom. I took a hot shower, getting rid of the thought.“What is he doing and who is he with now?” I got out of the shower, putting on a white satin nightgown with lace and comfortable panties. Like most likely, Ryan would spend th

Morgana Foster The hallway was quiet today at the hospital. We just had an emergency in the morning. A girl had arrived with her leg caught in a car wheel. It was a simple procedure to remove the tire and a minor surgery to mend the bones in the broken foot with the orthopedic staff. Now I was just walking around and looking at some past patient charts. "Doc. Foster!" Elliot smiled when he spotted me and walked towards me. The blond hair, the honey brown eyes, along with the slender and tall body made him irresistible. He could easily be a role model, no doubt. He walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "How are you? Are you enjoying working here?" "Hi, Doc. Sharon, I'm loving everything!", I smiled at him and collected myself after the greeting. What a charming and kind man, "I hope to enter the residency program next year, I am very excited about the results of the internship!" "Glad you like it!" You are an excellent candidate for the residency vacancy! I'm sure you'll make it.