Jacob Morgan Book の小説・ストーリー

She is beautiful. "Damn, you are blessed with genes that make you look super hot, just like your brother," Naomi winked with mischief. Iris and Tasha giggled at her antics. It's funny how Naomi never hides how much she likes Adam. ....... In the Morgan residence, which is a typical Italian-style home, but big enough to host 100 guests. James Morgan, father of Naomi Morgan and the President of the Morgan group, has a short, stout personality. But he is a shark in the business world. He runs a gemstones business, so his keen interest is in tying up the IRIS group.

"Jackson, you just said Mr. Morgan's daughter is actually his mistress... Is that true?" Jackson chuckled. "That's their family business. I can't say too much, but you can ask them. However, I will say one thing for Mr. Morgan. He's been in Europe working on designs for years, and the only person around him has been Mrs. Morgan. But how can a man resist a young, beautiful woman?" Wow, he just dropped another bombshell. Making the situation even more chaotic, Jackson smiled, took out two thousand bucks from his wallet, and handed it to the driver. "Here's your money. Now leave. And make sure you don't tell anyone what you heard today."

Morgan was born to take the world and was sure he would do anything to achieve what Jaxon had done to his life. He wasn't the boy who always wanted to play. He wanted to know how to lead the pack. He always ensured that he would bring some books so he wouldn't be bored once they weren't with each other. Aside from that, whenever he was with him, Morgan kept telling him some things he needed to learn, especially from handling the pack.

“So, wait, you’re staying with Aris?” “Yeah,” I murmur, trying to keep my voice low even though I might be the first person to take an interest in this section of the archives in like a thousand years. I balance the heavy books, standing on my toes to peer over the shorter shelves toward the lamplight that seems like it’s leagues away. “It wasn’t my decision.” “Tell me again about this Morgan chick. She sounds awful.” “She’s… gorgeous. Tall and lean, you know, like the models in your fashion magazines.”

“We’ll cross that bridge once we’ve made our way out of here, okay? I’ll get you to someplace safe until this mess can be sorted out.” Morgan bit one bee-stung lip, eyes anxious and wary. She wanted to agree but didn’t trust him completely. Jack could see that on her face. Still, she hesitated, meeting his gaze squarely, as if taking his measure. Jack wondered how much, if any, Morgan knew about the past. Had Brandon ever mentioned him? “This son of a bitch has been tenacious until now, I’m sure, but he’s never dealt with me. I’m not going to let him come within a hundred yards of you, Morgan.”

“You don’t need to prove anything to anyone, M.” “I know that, but they don’t. I just want to prevent some untoward incident where they would talk to my son and tell him how reliant I was on his father. No, I won’t let that happen.” Young Morgan said with conviction. With all the hardship she's been through, one thing she can’t tolerate is when she hears people accusing her of being dependent on Jace. Jace Higginson, being one of the wealthiest in the country, began at such a young age that many wanted him for themselves. Even those who belong to the upper class wanted him to become their daughter’s husband.

Even if Jacob is very rich, it doesn't mean he can't be greedy. But she still goes to bed with that magazine. There was a photo of Jacob, looking dark, sleek, and dangerous in his tuxedo. A beautiful woman clutched his arm tightly, as if afraid that he would run away. Mira eyed the woman pityingly. Jacob is one of those males that you give a hard kick and walk away. He'll thrive on this brutal treatment and will come back for more. Even she, with limited experience with men, figured it out at first. ***

“You might want to sit down for this.” Sebastian arched his brow. “I'm listening.” “The initials belong to a Jake Morgan.” Catherine revealed. “He was an artist—fairly well-known in elite circles back in the late ‘90s. His works were … unusual; a mix of realism and surrealism. I've viewed some of his works and I've to admit, he was very good. Unfortunately, he fell off the face of the earth; total black out, no presence at all, no artworks, no projects or portfolios, just nothing.”

“Mr. Jake delivered a million-dollar jewelry gift to Miss Morgan’s residence, but it was returned untouched.” “Mr. Jake tried to engineer a ‘romantic encounter’ in a restaurant, but Miss Morgan left immediately.” Each report was like a tiny needle, stabbing at Dean’s heart. In lectures, his mind would drift. At meals, Morgan’s cold eyes appeared in his vision. Even on dates with Hazel, he found himself distracted by hearing about Jake’s failures and, embarrassingly, even felt a faint, secret thrill he did not fully recognize in himself. However, that was immediately followed by deeper irritation and an unexplainable panic.