Morgana's POV I was not allowed in the room, so I sat outside the room, occasionally standing up to look at him from the glass windows. He looked so frail and weak. Like he had lost half of the pounds he is supposed to weigh on a normal day. The following day, after the doctor checked in on him, he said that he was already doing fine and that we could see him. He was taken to a normal ward. He did not wake up, though, and he's been in a comatose state for the past three days. At this point, I think I'll lose my mind. I've spoken to the doctor a million times, and the only response he gave me was that it was up to him to wake up, and he will do it when he wants to. What's that even supposed to mean? So, now, I'm sitting beside him on the stool that was made available there. Derek and Mary Anne had already gone out. Probably to get something to eat. We've all been here looking after him. But I made sure that Noah stayed in the children's play station in the hospital. He should not
Morgana's POV I've said it a couple of times before that my world came crashing down beneath me. That I felt as though my whole life was coming to an end. Nothing compares to this feeling that was going through my head right now. I can't even imagine it. It was as though my whole world was tilted on the axis, and the reason for the stable life I've had was the one in surgery right now, fighting tooth and nail for his life. I cannot believe that we've gotten to this stage in our lives. I stared at the blood that had already dried up on my hands. His blood is all over my body and clothes. It took a while for the ambulance to get to where we were. Because, apparently, we were almost outside of the city. He was unconscious most of the time, but there were times when he'd come back just for a couple of seconds, and he would smile a little, even through his pain, and tell me he loved me, then he'd go again. He bled out so much, remembering it was almost giving me PTSD. I don't know wha
Xavier's POVThen there is Simon, whom I'm going to kill with my bare hands. And another older man. He looked strangely familiar, also. “Oh, look who is here.” The old man's eyes clashed with mine. This voice. That's the man who has been calling me all this while. “Who knew it was a woman who would bring you to your end, Hills.” “Xavier.” I heard my wife call me. I took my eyes off the man as if to reassure her that nothing would go wrong. “You see, Xavier, my man, this girl here is my long-lost daughter. Adopted daughter, to be precise. I gave her life and everything that she needed. Took her away from the orphanage where she was treated like shit so that she could get a shot at life. What did I get back in return? Her ruining the life of my actual son.” He sneered. Before I could think twice, he raised his hand and hit her in the face. I was about to storm at him to get him for daring to lay his hands on her in front of me, when two strong hands held me from behind. “Your mach
Xavier's POV The TV attempt was always a dumb one. But I was told to do it. That it might drag them out of their hiding place. And it did drag them out. So right now, we are on our way to where Vince told us they would be. After the TV things, Vince was dragged out by Luciano from where he was hiding, tortured an inch away from his life, then he spilled. He said he told them that he did not want a part of the kidnapping, that all he wanted was the money, but since it did not happen, he dropped out.He was able to tell us their location, and we were on our way there now. I had a bad feeling, though. Everything was going on too easily. It was not supposed to be this easy. That only happens in the movies. The car came to a halt, and before anyone, I had already dropped down from the car. I took in the surroundings, and there was nothing of interest there other than the fact that it was in the middle of nowhere, literally. And it was a rundown apartment. I went for the door. In the b
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