Jacob Morgan Book 소설 & 이야기

“Stop being so dramatic, Miss Morgan. There’s no need to sigh that much. Read the book.” She glowered at him before she pulled the book open. And then she saw... Nothing. The book was blank. It was like a huge, ugly notebook. Why would anyone even make something like this? It looked old, and the leather binding had seen better days. There were some faded markings that she couldn’t quite read, but the words definitely didn’t spell out Textiles.

"Yes?" Mr. Xenon Uba, bad news. Mr. Jacob Morgan is in a fight at Turn On Bar. He is outnumbered as he only has two bodyguards with him." "I will be right there," Xenon said and hung up. He quickly got dressed and marched out of the room.

It wasn’t much of a disguise. Was he trying to break away from his past… or simply blur its edges enough to make it harder to follow? In the third volume, I found something. Robert John Morgan. Born 24th September 1980. Liverpool University Hospital. Mother: Bridget Elsie Morgan, née Aherne. Father: Leonard Albert Edward Morgan. Merchant seaman. I stared at the entry for a long moment. I still couldn’t be certain. But the pieces were beginning to align. The probability was shifting in my favour.

Morgan: [I don't understand the life of rich people.] Heartless Rogue: [Isn't your family pretty rich too? I heard that you are a famous big shot in Brookville.] Morgan: [My family has money, but it's under my father's control! He didn't give me a penny. Why do you think I established Emeraldshade Forum on my own at such a young age? Why do I need to do such a pitiful and shady small business, boohoohoo…]

Mr. Morgan was behind the desk in his hotel suite, looking through the balance sheets of Morgan Corporation, when Jacob, his right-hand man, brought in a cup of water and his medicine. “It's time for your medicine, Sir,” Jacob said, placing the tray by the side. "Jacob, unplug my phone and bring it here. I need to call Aria and see how she's doing. I told her I'll be returning to pay her a visit by the end of the day. She must be waiting for me,” Mr. Morgan told Jacob, but the man stood unmoving.

The main reason why I don’t give out my name to women I sleep with is I don’t want anyone getting attached. Instead of going back to my cabin, I went straight to our hotel front desk and grabbed the guest book “Morgan...Morgan…Where the fuck is it?” I was scanning the book to find her since I remembered the lady she met mentioned her surname when Jacob appeared out of nowhere and whispered near my ear “Who’s Morgan?” he whispered. I pushed him back and shut the book close. “No one,” I responded swiftly. He gave me a doubting look, I was about to add something when I noticed a familiar figure walking towards the entrance. “Fuck.” I cursed under my breath.

Without hesitation. Khaelon's eyes flashed. Jacob met his stare without backing down. "What I do has nothing to do with you," he said quietly. "And whether I talk to Vida or not is my decision." The silence between them became suffocating. Neither man looked away. Neither yielded. And for the first time in years... Jacob Morgan openly defied Khaelon Dravik. Over a girl.

I thought he would have his fingers brought to in between my legs so I waited and waited and waited… until he smirked and stood up. What the fuck did just happen… “No fucking until you’re well rested.” That was he said before he made himself busy on his royal table. The silence enveloping us inside his cabin was even more painful to hear than the noise of children shouting and screaming in the omega area. Jacob was busy opening up sealed letters, reading them, then throwing them into a trashcan. He would take a gaze at me from minute to minute. And every time he do that, I would look away and keep my eyes busy with the things that are in this cabin.

"The lab has his DNA identified. Jacob Morgan. Thirty-seven years old, divorced by his wife. Two daughters, ages fifteen and ten." The man, Jacob, pulled against my grip, extending his free arm to breathe. "So you do love them? Two of them." My eyes locked with Ruth's, her face rigid with false calm. "Have the guys find their location. Don't touch them unless I give the order." Ruth texted orders rapidly to my men, telling them what to do. The man trembled when my hand tightened around his neck. "And I swear, if you don't tell me how to find that girl, I will give the order."