Ronan O'Connor Bear bursts into my office, running and panting. His muddy shoes soak my expensive carpet. I turn to face his poor and frightened expression. "You're messing up my floor!" I say, taking the cigar out of my mouth and staring at him. He takes a deep breath and swallows before responding. One of my most loyal men. "Sorry, sir!" he says, stuttering a bit and shrugging. "There's a woman looking for you!" I raise an intrigued eyebrow. No woman ever comes looking for me. Bear must be mistaken. "Are you sure?" I say, sitting in my chair. "Absolutely, sir!" He lowers his eyes. "She called you Ronan..." I freeze for a second with the cigar in the air. Besides my trusted men, no one knows my name outside this place. "She said she's Little B." He looks up at me again. "And she needs to ask you a favor." Little B... I sigh heavily. How long has it been since I heard that name? "Is it to bring her here, boss?" he asks, seemingly eager, brushing his fingers against the gun i

MORGANA FOSTER It's already night. I stood by the balcony window, admiring the starry sky, with a few small clouds creating thin cotton covers in the landscape. I sighed deeply, looking at the fragrant garden in front of me. Tonight, I have to meet with Elliot. Decision-making is not my strongest point, but I am an organized and methodical person. So, all this mess happening in my life right now feels like something out of a bad horror movie, and God, I want to be with him. Sorya hasn't responded since yesterday. It worries me. When she left the hospital that day, she said she would solve our "security problem," and so far, no response. I checked my phone again. No messages. I went for a shower; dinner time was approaching. I headed to the bathroom with a towel draped over my shoulder. After the shower, I applied a milk moisturizer all over my body, wore white lace lingerie, and a simple white dress with a slit at the back that outlined my figure. It reached just above the knee. I

RYAN BURKE As soon as Morgana steps away from me, I look at her and see her silhouette fading through the door. It's hard to comprehend how she still insists on avoiding me, in such a cruel way. I'm sure she knows she's hurting me when she goes out with the doctor. Okay. I know I haven't been the best of husbands. Far from a supportive and pleasant person for her all these years. But... but now, with everything that has happened in the last few months, my whole world revolves around her. I feel a bit pressured and compelled to follow her, but I don't. I just watched her leave, my heart burning in my chest, and the voice in my head screaming, "go after her." Grumbling discontentedly, I shove my hands into my pockets, walking back to my room. Sighing and regretting letting her go to see that doctor. The fact that she also works with him eats at me, but I can't deprive her of this magical moment in her career at one of Rookgaard's best hospitals. I know how hard it was for her to stay

MORGANA FOSTER Always a box of surprises. Not always filled with good ones. I feel the air being cut off as he looks around the restaurant. Trembling, I raise my hands and wave to get his attention before he leaves thinking I gave him the wrong address.He sees me and rushes to the table as fast as the wind itself. His hair is tousled, and his breathing is uneven as if he had been running to get here. His eyes softened when he saw me up close. Elliot withdrew his hand and locked eyes with Ryan, who was glaring at him. "What do you want?" Elliot asked annoyed. Ryan raised an eyebrow at him and laughed disdainfully. "Nothing," he answered sharply and turned to me. "Why didn't you wait for me at the door?" I roll my eyes, dissatisfied. "Humpf," I exhale, laughing softly. Elliot shrugs, laughing behind his napkin as he wipes his mouth. "Outside was more dangerous than in here, Mr. Burke," I say, pouting and looking at him with pleading eyes. "Or didn't you notice it's extremely dark

MORGANA FOSTER After literally running away from Ryan, I sprint up the stairs to my room. I feel my leg recover a little as I stop in front of the door. My breathing is labored, and my entire body tingles with the traces of his touch, emanating from me. I take slow breaths, counting to 10 mentally. Turning the knob on my bedroom door, I lean against it, sliding down to the floor with my hand on my chest. Every time he touches me, even in a carefree and absent-minded way, my heart flutters, and there's a really audible reaction. Being around him always gives me goosebumps, making me nervous, especially in situations where he's close or touches me. It makes my heart race, my voice crack. And that. I definitely still love him, but I won't say. I will never admit it out loud. I head to the bathroom, undressing along the way and tossing the clothes in the hamper. Turning on the water, I let it fall, wetting my body and dissipating all the heat. I shampoo and rub my hair, as if washing