Morgana's POV There was a bang somewhere that made me wake up from my slumber. I was still in the same position I was when I slept off. Noah was on my chest. This is the sleeping habit we've adopted in the past few days. Marilyn rushed into the room, obviously panicky, and she gave off the vibe of someone scared. “I knew the bitch was going to get us into trouble. I just knew it.” She grumbled as she scrambled for the remote on the centre table. She switched on the TV and I was shocked to see the face of my husband on it. Not long after, Simon walked into the room. “You see what I told you. Let's kill her and get the fuck out of here. For him to go to the length like this, he is ready to take whatever step to ensure she's fine.” She said to him. “Shut the hell up.” He said simply, concentrating on the TV. “Everyone, my wife and son have been kidnapped now for the past five days, and I have no lead on where they are as of this moment.” He looked so haggard, and he had more than
Morgana's POV I was in pain. My whole body hurt. I've not eaten for the past few days. I'm not sure how many days I've spent in this hell hole. There was a tiny window in the basement but I couldn't tell if it was night time or morning. The couple of times they brought me food, and by they, I meant Marilyn and Simon, I did not eat the food. My hands have been released and I get to sit on the chair without being tied back down. I drank the water though. To keep the reminder of the energy I have left. Every single time that they would come in, I'd beg them to let me see my son. But it all fell on deaf ears. Especially if Marilyn came inside the room. Simon will decide to go on about his fantasy about us leaving the country together and having a family with Noah, without Xavier being in the way or picture. I don't know what condition he would be in right now. I bet he'd blame himself for all of these. Mary Anne too. I've had time to reflect since I got my alone time here. And think
Morgana's POV I struggled to open my eyes. I was awake but I could not let myself see. It felt like a lot of work to do. When I finally did, a chill ran down my spine seeing the place that I was now. It was like a basement kind of place. The place was cold and I was tied to a chair in the middle of the room. The basement was empty. There was nothing there except for a small mangy bed that does not look like something someone can sleep on. There was a tiny table too at the corner of the room. There was mold on the wall of the place and there were cracks on the wall too. The place looked disgusting in one word. The smell that is emanating from somewhere there is bad. My eyes widened when I remembered that I was not the only one that was taken and I can't find my son anywhere. “Noah!” I shouted his name. I started to panic when I could not hear a reply from him. Tears rolled down my face as I screamed for my child over and over again. I don't know what I would do if they hurt him
Xavier's POV I was about to leave the office later in the evening when my phone rang, and Mary Anne's number flashed on the screen. A slight frown etched on my face. Going along with the game we played the other time did not mean that she had to call me when she wanted to. I cannot think of any other reason why she would call me right now. I left the call and let it drop. As soon as it stopped ringing, she called again. After a few seconds, I picked up the call. Her panic breathing was the first thing I noticed when the call came through. She did not talk for some seconds. “X…Xav…Xavier?” Her voice was small and coming out in small breaths. I dropped the bag that was in my hand, “Are you okay? Should I get Derek for you?” I asked again. If she's in a dangerous situation right now, I'll have to get Derek to her. I need to get home. I've not seen my family in a couple of days and I miss them no matter how hard I wanted to pretend. I miss her. “It's Morgana. They took her…I..I…I do
NATHAN. I still don’t know how I survived yesterday, and I was dreading what was to come today. Being in the same space with Nora, without being able to touch her or do things to her, made me go crazy; it wasn’t the normal way in my head. If it were in a much more normal circumstance, we would have had sex already just because the pull between us was too strong. Watching her in that skirt that she had on drove me insane, knowing how soft the skin beneath the layers of the dress would be, I had blue balls through out yesterday and it wasn’t my proudest moment, but I had to jerk off to thoughts of her in the shower yesterday night because I couldn’t function properly that way. I could have called another lady, one of the many women that wanted to sleep with me but the thought of another woman in my arms, or me fucking another woman didn’t sound appealing enough and it fucked with me. I was scared. I’ve been feeling this way for the past few days, ever since she showed up three yea
Xavier's POV “We've been able to serve the tabloid that published the first papers. They've been sure as they are under pressure. They should talk in a couple of days if the rope is tightened more around their neck.” Derek said. He looked and felt almost as worried as I am feeling right now. “Thank you,” I said simply, running my hand through my hair. “It's nothing, and also, Mary Anne is always able to get her hands on the information that's needed to get to Vince. And with what she sent to me, I think there is a link between Vince and Simon. They met once in a cafe in town.” That got my attention. “So, he would have actually gone to the point where he is going to hurt the mother of his child just to prove a point? By using an ex-convict?” I said. “You can't trust whatever that guy does. His motive is not clear yet.” “So, Simon is the other link that I've been trying to put together all this while,” I said. “What if it's not him? There might be another person. This is getting
Morgana's POV “Morgana. Morgana.” He called after me as I walked into the house. I increased the way I was walking, not wanting him to catch up with me. “Babe, stop.” He said in a hard voice, and I stopped. “Don't call me that. You did not think of me in that manner for the past weeks. And also, you have decided for yourself to keep things away from me. Things that I am meant to know about. Why? You think that low of me?” I said to him, wanting to use the word he used to say to me against him. “Don't say that. I didn't mean it that way, and you know it. Stop trying to blow this out of proportion. It does not make any sense that you're doing this.” He said. “So, now, I don't make sense to you? Interesting. For your information, I will be leaving the house. And I'm serious about it this time. You won't be stopping me. I'm leaving with Noah.” I said. To be very honest, I did not think about what I said. I just said the first thing that came to my mind. I thought about it the o
Morgana's POV A few minutes later, after she had left the office, I was deep in my work when Sasha burst into my office with panic on her face, and she looked as if she had run a long distance, breathing heavily. “What is it? Are you okay?” I asked her about it. She nodded and shook her head at the same time. “We have a problem, ma. A very big problem.” She said she sounded almost scared, which made me consider what might be going on. “Humm…what's going on?” I asked her again. She did not reply to me, and the next thing she did was to pick up the TV remote on the table in the middle of the room to switch it on. “Why are ….” I was cut short when I saw what was on the TV. It was a news channel that had the face of me and my husband plastered there, and also my son. “We received from an anonymous source a couple of minutes ago that the couple of Hills corporation, Xavier and Morgana Hills, who came out a few months ago as married, are actually siblings. The news says that they k
Morgana's POV “Like I said the last time we met, that I was going to look into your foster brother. And I did. You won't believe what I discovered.” Mary Anne said immediately that she was ushered into my office. My heart was racing in my chest. I don't know what she was about to say, but it was quite scary for her to have an introduction like that as soon as she entered my office. “What is it?” “He was in prison for a couple of years. Three years, to be precise. He got out a couple of months ago.” She said. Well, that can be enough explanation for why he looked tattered and out of his element when I saw him last. The Vince I used to know was always prim and proper. Having things go and happen his way was the norm for him. “What landed him there?” I asked. “Assault. He beat up a girl he was dating at that moment and almost raped her because she was not giving him what he wanted.” She said, sorting around some paperwork that she brought out of her briefcase. She passed them to m