2 - Price of Being A Morgan

“If you succumb to greed over power and worship money, betrayal is nothing even to your own flesh and blood.” 

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SELENA.

Everyone in their mansion is busy preparing for the big event party organized by the Morgans. To them, it was the time to announce the Mayoral candidacy of my father-in-law, Bart Morgan.

Morgan Enterprise will also announce my husband, Drake Morgan, as their newly appointed CEO. 

But to me and my husband, today is our fifth wedding anniversary and we could have flown to another country if not for the family’s event. 

I suddenly woke up from all the noise downstairs. The thick walls were no match compared to the buzzing voices of their people as if they were in the market. I stretched my arms and legs but found it hard because of the obstruction. Beside me, was Gunther whose left hand and leg were atop her.

I found my momentum to get up, but he immobilized me by hugging me, “It is still early, just stay here with me.”

Half-awake, I turned to him and greeted him with a warm and sweet smile, “Good morning, love. Happy 5th Anniversary. I’ll be out in a minute so I can give you some breakfast in bed.”

But instead of letting go, he hugged me tighter. And with his naughty words, he uttered, “Well, you are here in this bed, you’ll be my breakfast, love. I will eat your pussy and your jiggling breasts,” then erection slowly came, and I blushed with such commentary. 

My aroused husband even added, “Fucking shit, love, how did you turn me into a mad pervert man? I am as horny as fuck when I first met you, love. I could bang you anytime, anywhere.”

Too embarrassed by his remarks, I shyly covered his mouth with my palm, but in return, he licked them. So I pressed my hand on him and said, 

“Shh, love. Some people could hear you. If Mom and Dad heard it, they would ask why until now we still have no child even when we bang too much after my miscarriage.”

But he moved atop me and answered, “Don’t mind them, love. You should only pamper me. I should be your only concern, okay?”

He touched my face and traced the edge of it as he promised, “Just wait until this election is over. Once he wins, we will get out of this shitty house and build our own, okay?”

“As of now, we need to be careful, we need as much security as they have here,” explained he, sighing. 

My heart warmed up because I felt my husband’s love. So I looked him in the eye and sincerely proclaimed, “I’ll do whatever it takes so they could finally accept me in your family. I love you that much, love. Please don’t doubt it.”

His eyes sharpened as he looked at my red lips while talking to him. And without any self-control, he let his desire for me take over.

Drake leaned forward and claimed my lips, but a strong knock from the wooden door ruined our intimate moment in the morning. 

Dismayed, he cursed, “Fuck you, get out of here!” his angry voice echoed. 

The maid opened the door with a shivering hand and slowly showed up in the small gap in the door, “I-I’m sorry sir,” she stuttered, “B-but, Madam Cecile and Sir Bart want you to come down and eat immediately.”

His mood was irreversible and he was about to take it out on that poor maid,  so I held his hand and with a soft pat on the back, he suddenly calmed down. I must admit, my husband has some anger issues with other people, but who doesn’t have a flaw?

Luckily, I always manage to calm him down, just like now. So I drove the conversation and told the maid, “We’ll be out in a minute. Thank you, Violet.”

Once we arrived in the dining room, the whole family was already seated in their own respective seats. 

As the head of the family, Bart was sitting on the head chair, while Cecile sat on the left lane of the table.

Dexter, the firstborn of the family, was on the right side of his father, together with his wife.

Diether, who’s the youngest, was sitting beside his sister-in-law. While my husband and I were sitting next to my mother-in-law, Cecile. 

We took and sat in our position. My bottom hasn't felt the softness of the cushion when Cecile lashed out, 

“You know very well how important tonight’s event is. So don’t do anything with that little brain of yours!” she raised her brows and glared at me.

“Act as a decent woman, at least, even though you won’t definitely reach our level,” she mockingly laughed while the others agreed with her. 

All her remarks were just full of insults towards me. But I composed myself and hid my tears behind a fake smile. 

Dexter’s wife smirked at me, but everyone knew how jealous she was of my natural beauty. 

“Mom, she’s my wife, would you please stop making such horrendous re–” rebutted Drake who had been fuming beside her. But she halted him by cutting his angry statement, “–Y-yes, Mama, I will definitely do my best.”

It has been five years since Drake fought for me when he chose to marry me, so the least I could do was endure this everyday scenario of insults from the Morgans. 

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SCARLET.

I was naked on the bed while the man I just had sex with was fixing his underwear and clothes at the edge of the bed. 

They said that my beauty was second to none, all except for Selena, my twin sister. She got everything good, while I had everything bad. She was the nice one, while I was the rebellious one. 

And just as they described me, I was radiating a badass image whenever a cigarette was stuck between my fingers. 

I was contemplating the victory in my hand when this man suddenly interrupted me for his useless worry, 

“Hey, you really sure about this? Is this what you really wanted? What if we get busted, I bet, even hell would throw us out of t–.” 

“–Will you fucking stop whining? You sounded like a grandma! We’ve been through these countless times. Three years!” irritated and annoyed, I threw the ashtray and scolded him.

“I suffered long enough. She stole everything from me! That’s supposed to be me, Dario, not her. It’s time for Selena to get out of Drake’s life. It’s time for me to reclaim the love of my life,” I recited the words while fuming with anger.

He shrugged his shoulders and gave me a warning, “Whatever, I just reminded you! Your parents will no longer accept you once they find out!”

This man just doesn't know when to stop. Losing my patience, I threw the glass on my hand but he luckily avoided it.

He just shook his head because he knew he would be in a mess if he didn’t listen to my warning, “No one needs to know. No one must know. You better keep that loud mouth of yours, or I will sew it for you! You and that photographer over there.” 

The photographer was concentrating on his work so I caught his attention, “You, asshole!” I pointed at him who had been listening to their conversation while scanning all the naked pictures and sex videos they took earlier. 

“Just make sure, you keep your silence if you don’t want your life to end in an instant,” I gave him an ultimatum plus a thick bundle of money.

The man at the corner just scratched his head and lethargically responded, “O-Of course, mam. You can count on me. The video editing just finished. Have a look!”

“Better be, are you expecting a thank you?” I smirked at him. 

“Dario, don’t be an idiot for once, and make sure you give that USB to the technical team,” I bossed them around. 

With sex and money, men are vile creatures whom you can easily manipulate. 

“Sad to say, Selena, it’s bye-bye time!”