Jacob Morgan Book Novels & Stories

“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.

Jacob was shaking in fright. He urged Morgan as he saw him standing frozen and hesitant, “Morgan, go! If they really attack you, I don’t know how and what to say to your family!” Johnny shouted coldly, “If you don’t want to go, just stay.” Morgan gritted his teeth in agony. After a short hesitant, he turned around and ran out of the suite. Jacob was completely in despair right now, but he was fortunate that Albert was here with him, so he prayed that Albert could handle the tricky situation.

I will appreciate that so much “she added. That was when Jacob realized that Caroline didn’t even know that Wesley was the owner of the W.P corporation. But then again, he didn’t want to get involved. All that he will do was to help Caroline for the sake of Dimas Morgan. “Alright.…...I will always help you “he smiled and then asked “Now tell me, why did you want to see me? I heard that you were looking for me yesterday. I am so sorry but I was out of town “he apologized. “It is no big deal …. the thing is that I urgently need a favor from you. Jack has put up the Morgan building for sale and I still can’t afford to buy it back. I am still working on reclaiming back my assets which will take

David Morgan's name was written on the inside cover in his own handwriting. Freya went still when she saw it. "I didn't know he kept one," she said softly. "Do you want to read it alone?" She hesitated. "No. Stay,” she eventually replied. We sat down on the floor of the archive building and read. It took about forty minutes to get through the relevant entries. What we found was even more than we'd been looking for. David Morgan had not promised the territory to Norwood Pack. He'd actually done the opposite. He documented, clearly and repeatedly, his concerns about Norwood Pack’s financial practices.

Her memory was sharp—she thought she'd glimpsed him once at some event, but they'd never spoken. Now she learned that Morgan was the CFO of a securities firm and was in his early 30s. He wasn't as flashy or charming as Jason, but he did still have a good figure. He was dressed sharply in a classic business style and looked every bit the elite. He was the type that one would immediately clock as successful. Morgan was warm and friendly to Phoebe. She had already flipped into networking mode, so when they started discussing tech trends, the conversation quickly picked up.

Old money had a way of leaving fingerprints on stories even after it washed its hands. Stephanie Jacobs. The name slid through her memory like a silk glove. Louisiana. New Orleans. Society pages that pretended race was irrelevant as long as beauty was exquisite enough. A woman admired loudly, pitied quietly, erased conveniently. And now Monet. Juliet’s lips pressed together—not in cruelty, but calculation. She scrolled again. Commentary. Analysis. Speculation. Then she did something she hadn’t done in years. She called Gabriel Morgan. He answered on the second ring.

"Morgana was just a pawn, just like you. She wanted to control the packs, but I... I want more. I want everything." I could feel Alex tense beside me, his stance protective as he moved to stand slightly in front of me. But I could also feel the fear rolling off him, a fear that mirrored my own. We both knew that Jake was dangerous perhaps even more so than Morgana had been. He was unpredictable, ruthless, and now, fueled by the power of whatever twisted magic Morgana had left behind.