Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love me, baby: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

MORGANA FOSTERStill at the police station"‘Close to us...’" I repeated in a low tone, squinting my eyes, casting suspicion all around me.Not that I was at home, but somewhere in my mind, doing that made sense.What did she mean by that? In front of me, she was just cackling loudly. How could someone be close to us? Ryan only had people he trusted around him, everyone underwent a rigorous background check. So to consider that our enemy was right near us.Who could it be?I clenched my teeth, pressing them so hard I felt like I was about to tear my lip.I got up calmly, circling the table to get out of there and be able to collapse outside."Consider my proposal, Mrs. Burke," she said disdainfully.I nodded and turned to leave. The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the hallway. And my breathing was unsteady as soon as my feet stepped out of the room.I sat in one of the chairs, taking the breath back into my lungs.Licking my dry lips, I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced m

Ronan O'connorIt's been raining since I left the restaurant. I arrived at my little command center in the poor parts and lower classes of Rookgaard, from where I oversee all the trade and distribution of the city's underground market. It wasn't a business I wanted to take on almost thirty years ago, but it's my legacy. I'm not exactly a good man. But I won't say that when I was young, this is what I envisioned for my life.Today was somewhat frustrating. My first encounter with the man whom my sweet and sour beloved, Sorya, claims to be my son, wasn't the best. I believe in the word of my beloved, and even if I didn't want to believe, I wouldn't stand a chance of denying it.He's equally stubborn, with a sharp tongue like his mother's when we first met. He has the posture of a businessman, but he doesn't shy away from acting with emotion. But I must admit he has excellent taste. He dresses elegantly, as one would expect from a Burke. I spent a long time glancing sideways while he talk

RYAN BURKESleeping next to her has been a welcome solution to facing the monsters plaguing our lives. I feel utterly torn having to let her sleep while I go out, but she's been so exhausted lately that I have to let her rest.Yesterday, when she asked me to lock the door before we went to sleep, it was the kick I needed to double down on the investigation. Not that I hadn't already been scouring the four corners of the earth like a madman for information. Whoever it is, this person is well-equipped and willing to take us down. I need to catch this damn stalker soon! We're at our limits, — I think, sighing deeply.I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and then glance back at Morgana sleeping sprawled out on the bed. Even now, sleeping with her mouth open and drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, she looks like the most beautiful creature in the world. I gaze at her, feeling fortunate that she's forgiven me. Or at least, she's trying to make this work. And those second

RYAN BURKEI'm determined to find out who's after us, and I won't allow myself to suffer anymore for not knowing who my father really is. I urgently need to find this person, so I can make them pay for every scare and every agonizing moment they've put us through. Because even though these events have brought us closer together, seeing her in distress is difficult." The door to my office is pushed open by Juliana, who's carrying another batch of coffee. "I brought you some coffee," she says kindly, placing the tray on the table. "I also brought some honey cake. I hope you like it!""Thank you, Juliana," I reply, taking the cup with both hands, offering her a calm smile before taking a sip of the beverage. The slightly bitter liquid wakes me up. "Thank you for the cake too."Juliana nods and heads back to her desk. Even though I didn't ask, she brought coffee and something to eat.I have to remember to give her a raise, I think. I'm exhausted. I've been sitting here for five hours ana

MORGANA FOSTERAs expected, I was assigned to the emergency, and to my complete lack of luck, today was another busy day at the hospital. My head was throbbing with intense pain, and I couldn't figure out why.I had slept well last night, hadn't skipped breakfast, so there was no apparent reason for this annoying and persistent pain. I just took a dose of ibuprofen at the infirmary before returning to my patients, who, thanks to an explosion in a restaurant kitchen, were quite a few. I walk down the hallway for a while as interns and nurses pass by with patients on stretchers.This is a real chaos. I spot some of my colleagues in different triage rooms, slowly approaching until I get close to Keila, who is assessing a guy with his arm almost entirely affected by burns."What do we have here?" I ask, pulling the clipboard with the information she had already collected."Thank goodness you're here!" She says in a relieved tone. "This is chaos. Are you feeling better?""I'm fine, don't w