Morgana Foster I turned in bed, hoping that Ryan would leave the room. When he did, it gave me profound relief. Dealing with his drunken declarations of love with coldness was the best I could do right now. I sighed heavily, throwing my head on the pillow. It's crude to think that I'm not completely shaken by all these beautiful words I hear when he's drunk. I press the pillow against my face and scream in frustration. I remove the pillow and rest my head in my crossed hands. "Why do you always put me in these situations, Ryan?" My voice echoes through the silent room. Better sleep now. I'll deal with this tomorrow, I think, adjusting myself again in the soft covers, tossing and turning until I finally manage to fall asleep. I have a disturbingly sexual dream about Elliot. I wake up feeling every square inch of my body tremble with pleasure. I put my right hand on my forehead, wiping off the sweat drops, and breathe deeply, letting out an involuntary laugh, grounding my mind back

MORGANA FOSTER Nicolas's expression made me shrug. I had married someone who wasn't him, and it clearly affected him in some way, but I couldn't explain that to him so quickly. "When did you get married?" he asked, still looking a bit pale. I just shook my head and smiled at him. "Long story," I said, and he closed the distance between us, taking my hand again. "I'm really interested in knowing who stole your heart." He spoke softly, and it startled me a bit. "Let's sit. Once this lunch is over, you can tell me all the details." He winked at me and pulled the chair in front of me. I sat with my back to the door, and he sat beside me. Lindsey sat across from us and took out some papers from a folder, passing them to Nicolas. I watched them work while the waiter served water and wine in our glasses. They ordered some dishes, and for a while, I felt relaxed without Ryan's presence. It all changed when he arrived, clearing his throat. "Sorry for the delay." He said politely and formal

Morgana Foster "The sight in front of me sent shivers down my spine. My head was spinning. I could feel everything swirling around me. How could I feel so disgusted and angry at the same time? Why was Ryan locked in a passionate kiss with another woman? Who was she? The blonde hair made me recognize her. Lindsey Thomas. Anger took over my head, and I approached them, grabbing her hair with one hand and pulling her off him, abruptly throwing her to the floor. She fell with a scream. Ryan had his eyes closed and slowly opened them, looking drowsy. How could he do that to me after all the declarations he made just yesterday? A pain roared in my chest. Was he intentionally hurting me because of Elliot? He didn't react. Then I realized something was wrong. "What do you think you're doing?" she shouted loudly. Her shirt had a few buttons open, revealing a bit of the lacy black bra – "I'm talking to you!" She touched my shoulder. Big mistake. "Taking out the trash." I yelled, grabbing

Sorya Burke I've been waiting for a car since I left the hospital. I dismissed the driver because where I need to go now is a secret I can't share with any acquaintances. No one directly connected to my family and can be bribed. I didn't want to have to resort to this and collect this debt, but it's getting too far. Three attempts in less than two months, I feel like I have to do something. I get into the car the app pointed out, and it heads to the Rookgaard slums. It looks like a city parallel to our reality. The streets are dirty and dark. There's not much infrastructure on these sides. The smell of open sewage dominates most of the way. The driver gives me a curious look before stopping the car. Everything seems very disorganized, unlike the uniform blocks I'm used to. "Here we are, ma'am!" he says without much restraint before pulling over the car. "Sorry for the intrusion, but what would a lady like you be doing here? This doesn't seem like your usual elegant scene." "Busines

MORGANA FOSTER "Morgana: [Sorya, we need to talk.] Morgana: [Please respond as soon as possible; I need some answers!] Sorya didn't reply. I'm dissatisfied and slightly irritated. Everything is annoying me right now. It must be the damn approaching fertile period messing with my mood again. I went upstairs to take a shower, to rid myself of the tiresome and pervasive smell of hospital and 70% alcohol permeating my body. I have no control over my life anymore, and it's disturbing my peace. Standing in front of the closet, I look for a long shirt and leggings, also grabbing comfortable cotton lingerie, and head to my bath. The falling water eased my body a bit. I need to carefully analyze everything that's happening. There are the threats to my and Ryan's lives. My stalled romance with Elliot, tangled by my own thoughts. Nicolas, strangely reappearing in my life. So much confusion. After long minutes, I step out of the shower and get dressed. I comb my hair and apply a delicate an