Войти"Miss Alice is bleeding. Should we take her to the hospital?" the housekeeper asked.
"I've divorced her, but Alice is still a nuisance. What a weak woman!" Morgan grunted in annoyance. "Call the bodyguards quickly and get her into the car. If she dies in this house, I'll be accused of being a cruel husband," he said without an ounce of empathy. The housekeeper immediately went to call the bodyguards on duty. At around seven in the evening, Morgan and Fiona took Alice to the hospital. "Morgan, what's wrong with Alice? Does she have a disease? If something happens to her, you'll be blamed," Fiona asked anxiously. "I don't know, she should be fine. No one has ever died in my house," Morgan replied flatly. Morgan drove his car fast. Soon after, they arrived at the hospital entrance. He called for a male nurse to take Alice inside. Alice was now in the examination room. The doctor and nurses were attending to her, while Morgan and Fiona waited outside. Soon, the doctor came out, and Morgan immediately asked about Alice's condition. "How is Alice, Doctor?" Morgan asked. "This woman has bleeding; fortunately, the foetus can still be saved. Congratulations, your wife is pregnant. My prediction is, she's three weeks along," the doctor replied. "What?! She's pregnant?!" Morgan was shocked, as if struck by lightning. The doctor simply left, being busy, leaving Morgan in his daze. "Morgan, you said you never touched Alice. How can she be pregnant?! How could you betray me?!" Fiona was very angry and jealous. "There was a mistake when I was drunk, so I accidentally slept with her. I only love you! You have to believe me. The proof is I already forced her to sign the divorce papers," Morgan hugged Fiona, trying to calm her anger. When Alice was moved to a hospital room, Morgan told Fiona to go home first. He went to see Alice, who had just woken up from fainting. "Why are you here? Just go with Fiona—the woman you love," Alice looked at Morgan with a gaze full of hatred. "You're pregnant now. I've already divorced you, but the situation has turned out like this. I never thought you'd be pregnant with my child," Morgan replied. "What?! I'm pregnant? That's impossible; didn't I just faint?" Alice was shocked. "I did divorce you, but until that child is born, you are not allowed to leave the house. Because you are pregnant with my child, your life and death are in my hands. You will be confined to the house and not allowed to go anywhere without my permission," Morgan stated. "No! I don't want to live with you anymore. I won't stand to be under the same roof as a cheater like you. Let me go! As for the living expenses and your help in the past, I'll pay it back one day." Alice no longer wanted to live with them. "I will move you to my private mansion, and you will never be under the same roof as me and Fiona. Just give birth to that child, and I'll consider that debt of gratitude paid off." "No! I will not give birth to your child! I'll surely abort this foetus. If I'm pregnant and this child is born, Fiona will become its stepmother. I don't want that woman to raise my child." Alice did not want her child to be raised by Fiona. "Rest! Don't be so defiant. I can do anything for the child in your womb, because he is still my flesh and blood. Someone will pick you up tomorrow." Morgan then left Alice alone. Alice had given up, but now she was pregnant. She was confused and scared. She knew her husband would not let her go. 'I'm pregnant? What do I do? I will protect you, my child. Even without your father, I will still give birth to you. I have no one now; you've come into my life, my child.' She was sad yet happy about her pregnancy. For her, it was a good sign and her baby would accompany her in this cruel world. While Alice was confused and happy, Fiona was very angry. She returned to Morgan's house and smashed things in his room. "Damn it! How could Alice be pregnant with Morgan's child?! No, I can't let Alice be pregnant with Morgan's child. She could get back together with Morgan, and Morgan's wealth will become hers! I have to find a way so that child is never born into this world." Fiona planned something evil to make Alice miscarry. It was the only way she and Morgan could not be together. She immediately called her henchmen to teach Alice a lesson. "You guys destroy this woman. I've sent you her photo. I don't want her to get any affection from my man," Fiona said on the phone to her henchmen. "Yes, Miss Fiona. We'll give that girl a lesson she'll never forget." Fiona's henchmen had already received half of their payment from her, so he quickly carried out her order. Their plan was to do something evil when Alice came out of the hospital. Morning had arrived, and Alice was allowed to go home after undergoing a health test and an ultrasound. Morgan was not with her because he was at work. Alice was picked up by Morgan's bodyguard. She was waiting in front of the hospital, but at that moment, a man asked for help. "Miss, could you take me to the house written on this address? Please help me, my older sister just gave birth. I just visited this city and I don't know the address," the stranger said. "Alright! I know this address. It's nearby, near my husband's company." Alice immediately told the man to follow her. But, on a lonely street, a car approached them. The man took out a handkerchief and covered Alice's mouth. After that, she was forcibly dragged into a black car. "Help... help... let me go! Who are you?!"A True Happily Ever AfterThe silence that settled upon the old textile factory, after Mr Cairo, NovaCorp’s chief operative, fell to Bima’s precise shot, was profound. Morgan, Alice, and Marcel escaped, seamlessly extracted by Bima, leaving Cairo's body and his fallen men as undeniable proof of NovaCorp’s fracturing power.Yet, the real victory was not achieved in that desolate factory. It lay within the hard drive Marcel had secured in their hideout. Upon returning to their secret base, they immediately began analysing the vast trove of data Charles had painstakingly collected.The archive contained comprehensive details regarding NovaCorp’s deep involvement in global market destabilisation schemes, rampant money laundering, and illegal security contracts with some of the world’s most authoritarian governments. With this irrefutable raw data in hand, Morgan no longer needed to operate in the shadows. He passed copies of the evidence to trusted political contacts and several reputable
lThe Architect's Revelation and the Hunt's EndMorgan knew they couldn't fight NovaCorp, a global organisation operating at a geopolitical level, merely with firepower. They had to use intelligence and cunning. Marcel, driven by fury that Alice was abducted after he himself had just found peace, became Morgan’s most valuable asset.“We have to know what key they want, Marcel,” Morgan said in their secret workroom. “Charles called you a pawn, but you must know where he hid his most sensitive information.”Marcel nodded, his eyes blazing with concentration. “Charles never trusted me, but he loved to boast. He often mentioned a secret place he called the 'Underground Archive'. Not money assets, Morgan, but data. All of NovaCorp's secrets he’d collected over two decades, just in case NovaCorp ever betrayed him.”Morgan and Marcel immediately set out. They tracked cryptic coordinates Charles had left in a rare book in his private library, which led to an old, hidden bunker beneath the rui
The Serpent's NestMorgan did not sleep. The image of the knife against Alice's delicate skin was burnt onto his retina, eclipsing everything else. He was back in the blackest depths of his existence, but this time, he had a clear focus: revenge would be secondary to retrieval.“Bima, I need everything you have on NovaCorp’s primary international data facilities. Marcel, tell me what you know about their operational security protocols.” Morgan’s voice was dangerously low, devoid of emotion, yet radiating a terrifying finality. He was no longer the CEO; he was the ghost he had become after Alvin’s death, but refined, focused, and utterly ruthless.Bima, recovering from his shock, was all professionalism. “NovaCorp operates under layers of shell companies, Sir. Their physical locations are almost impossible to track, shielded by state-level security. But I found a pattern: major asset transfers always pass through a central hub, typically a highly secure satellite office in a neutral zo
The Architect of the New Dawn The morning sun, filtered through the thick leaves of the old oak tree, no longer felt like a spy watching Alice; it felt like a silent witness to her survival. The large, imposing Morgan mansion, once a fortress against outside enemies, was slowly being transformed, brick by painstaking brick, into a true home. And Alice, with the aid of her cane, was the sole architect of this peaceful revolution. It had been several months since the night of the explosion at the north pier and the miracle of Marcel’s resurrection. The immediate chaos had subsided, but the silence that followed was heavy, filled not with external threats, but with the demanding task of internal healing. Morgan, who had found peace through action and the reunion with his brother, was now consumed by supporting Marcel's new venture. Alice’s path to recovery, however, was purely personal. Her scars were not just visible, etched onto her leg that now required the polished mahogany cane f
Falling in Love with a Beautiful Nurse Despite the miracle of Marcel's resurrection having ended the grief of Morgan and Alice, Marcel’s physical recovery from the gunshot wound to his abdomen still took time. The wound had healed miraculously thanks to quick, confidential medical attention, but muscle and nerve damage required him to rely on a wheelchair for several weeks, followed by a cane, to ensure full recovery. Initially, Marcel hated his wheelchair. The man who had lived his life in the shadows, always moving quickly and quietly, was now tethered to a mobility aid. Morgan tried to cheer him up by giving him a laptop and documents for his Phoenix Logistics company, ensuring Marcel stayed busy. “Just think of it as a compulsory holiday, Brother,” Morgan joked one morning as he drove Marcel to his weekly check-up. “A holiday that makes me look like a paralysed corpse,” Marcel grumbled. “I should be at the office, not a hospital. I am done with all forms of locked institutio
Falling in Love with a Beautiful NurseDespite the miracle of Marcel's resurrection having ended the grief of Morgan and Alice, Marcel’s physical recovery from the gunshot wound to his abdomen still took time. The wound had healed miraculously thanks to quick, confidential medical attention, but muscle and nerve damage required him to rely on a wheelchair for several weeks, followed by a cane, to ensure full recovery. Initially, Marcel hated his wheelchair. The man who had lived his life in the shadows, always moving quickly and quietly, was now tethered to a mobility aid. Morgan tried to cheer him up by giving him a laptop and documents for his Phoenix Logistics company, ensuring Marcel stayed busy.“Just think of it as a compulsory holiday, Brother,” Morgan joked one morning as he drove Marcel to his weekly check-up. “A holiday that makes me look like a paralysed corpse,” Marcel grumbled. “I should be at the office, not a hospital. I am done with all forms of locked institutions.” N







