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His face was coldly handsome, his expression one of supreme arrogance. “Girls,” one of my friends whispered, her voice tinged with awe and dread, “do not even think about it. Morgan Thornhill is not someone you play around with. He is rude, arrogant, and completely unattainable. Trust me, I have tried.” Oliver said, with so much hate in her voice. Her words made me laugh. “Maybe he’s rude to you,” I said smugly, “but he would not dare treat me that way.” Well, forgive me, that was the first time I had seen Morgan Thornhill,I had no clue the kind of person he was.

I paused, and then continued, "I know there are rumors out there about you that don't paint you in a good light, but I choose not to believe them. More and more I see proof that you're contrary to the lies that people have perpetuated. From my perspective, you have a kind heart." Arthur's mood visibly lifted. His smile grew wider as he listened to my compliments. I couldn't help but blush. It made me happy to see him smile. "You're quite intelligent, Ophelia," Arthur remarked. My heart filled with joy, and I felt warm as I grinned. It was always affirming to receive praise from him. However, soon humility washed over me, and I said, "But Mr. Morgan, I still know my place. You don't have to a

The moment the words left his mouth, the man exiting the vehicle clicked his tongue playfully. “Well, look at that.” “So polite all of a sudden?” “When did you start calling me uncle, my dear nephew?” Liam's expression immediately darkened. Even though irritation flashed across his face, he still forced himself to remain polite. "So it's you, Mr. Morgan." Standing on the red carpet was none other than Marcus Morgan. Dressed in a deep burgundy suit that perfectly matched his reputation, he looked dangerous, arrogant, and effortlessly charismatic. Naturally, Vanessa Vale was on his arm.

"Miss, Atty. Morgan is here to see you." I sighed, the weight of the decision I had been avoiding for ages pressing down on me once again. "Send him in.” Moments later, Atty. Morgan entered the room, his demeanor smooth and confident as ever. He was an old man of average height, with a neatly trimmed beard that added to his distinguished appearance. His dark suit was impeccably tailored, and his eyes, sharp and intelligent, seemed to take in everything at a glance. "Ah, my dear, it's a pleasure to see you again.”

Well, he would be if he didn't have the gray hair, but looking at him, I was stunned at how handsome and energetic he was. “Mr. Ortiz? I'm Samantha Morgan” I said, extending my hand to him, not sure if he was the man I wanted to see, but when he looked at my hand with narrowed eyes, he would rather not shake it. I knew he was the one. “I'm sorry my hands are clean,” I said, feeling offended by his approach. I know he was rich and supreme, but he didn't have to look at me like garbage.

It's as though they're wearing headphones and listening to music. "I was wondering how long it takes to travel to the Municipality from where we currently standing. What exactly is it that is taking so long for Madam? Taking a swim in the falls the day before had been something she was looking forward to." Morgana, the Omega maid who was accompanying Arturo on this particular day, was taken startled by what she heard. She was serving in the Madrigal family when she was only 19 years old, and she was the youngest.

“You fucking pathetic bastard. Hunting down wolves lesser than you because you lack the spine to confront me head-on. Do you really expect me to hold an ounce of regard for such a pathetic worm like you?” Artemis tilts his head to the side with a bored expression, not even flinching in the slightest. Instead, all he does is brush off his shirt. “You interrupted me right in the middle of lunch.” He regards him with eyes like a cold abyss, a look that pierces to the core and freezes the soul. “It better be worth it.” Morgan doesn’t even flinch like the psychopath he is. “You… Your business was with me, but you went after my mate.” There’s clear pain written all over his face, and even with eve

They felt like the metal bars that could hold me down as she tumbled down a roller coaster or an anaconda that could squeeze my spirit out of her nostrils. His arms were her tragic hero. Putting her hand at the back of his head, she took in on this handsome man appearance. All his features makes him ever so handsome, even though his eyes were closed. Her handsome god. She looked up at his face, attractively gleamed by the morning light, his hair all scattered but made him look even more hot. He had the sort of face one would never ever forget even while he or she is looking at it... She explored the contours of his face, a work of art, beautifully shaped, nose is firmly set in place,she slow

"That's right, Mr. Arthur, you were wrong to do this!" "We should have brought gifts! This is a big event! Congratulations!" Arthur raised his hand to silence the crowd, "Thank you all! This is the first happy event for the Morgan family in many years!" "Because of my official duties, I can’t throw a big party for my daughter's engagement, but I wanted everyone to share in my joy, so I held this little banquet for my friends and relatives to witness and share the Morgan family’s happiness!" "Those who are here are my trusted confidants and family members. We won’t accept any gifts, of course. Let's just gather,have a good meal, and enjoy ourselves!"

He smiled, finally getting what he wanted to collect after all, I guess it's part of his interview. “Well, Ariana. Nice to meet you!” He gestured his hand towards me signalling me to shake it. For a few seconds of thinking, I claimed his hand and smiled. “See you around,” he smiled. Not yet holding back his hand. See you in hell. “Yeah,” I whispered, then got back into my business. He followed my steps as we got to the exit. “I must say goodbye to you right now, Ariana! See you again soon,” I just nod. He's too persistent and like argh, annoying. I nod out of interest.