Liv Morgan Husband Novels & Stories

"Hit me again. But the second you do, you can kiss any chance of working with the Sterling Group goodbye forever." "You...!" He faltered mid-swing, his hand trembling in the air. His eyes flared with venom, but he froze, catching the dark, unyielding conviction in my stare. He swallowed hard, lowering his arm just an inch. "If I hadn't stepped in when the hospital called and saved that whore of a mother of yours, do you think she'd even be breathing right now?!" "How much?" I scoffed, taking a step closer to him. "Name the exact figure so I can reimburse you, Mr. Morgan."

Damn it, she needed to keep her mind on her safety, her show, not her protector himself. She shook her head. “The last one left me, not the other way around, so I doubt he’d suddenly demand that I belonged only to him.” “Before him?” he barked. Morgan felt a flush creep up her neck. “I was involved with a pro football player a while ago, but when this started happening, he would have been on the road, so he couldn’t be taking pictures and leaving them for me. I dated an ambassador briefly. He’s currently abroad. So it’s not him, either. I hooked up with a guy in college who’s married with a daughter now.”

Morgan seemed completely broken, as if all his strength had been drained away. Staggering backward, he muttered under his breath, "Your… Your son… He really… He really does look like him…" The pain and despair in Morgan's eyes were unmistakable. "Addie, life's treating you well… Isn't it?" I nodded. "Yes, I'm doing very well. I'm loved by my husband and blessed with a wonderful child. My life is filled with the warmth of a happy family. I have everything I've ever wished for." Morgan closed his eyes, anguish etched across his face. Tears slipped down his grimy cheeks. "I was wrong… Addie… I really was… If only I hadn't left you… If only I'd known you were a werewolf… If… if only—"

And we're not even officially a couple yet, so none of this matters anyway. God, I'm a mess. Morgan leans across the desk and grabs my arm. "Please, Lily," she begs. "You went out with Calder-freaking-Cunningham. You're the only one of us allowed to have scandalous dating adventures. Let me live vicariously through you." Morgan's getting married in the spring. In fact, she moved out here this past summer to be with her fiancé, who works at one of the large banks downtown. She hasn't had the chance to make many friends, which works out for me since I don't have many either. I work such long hours that I rarely meet anyone outside of the Center.

"And another thing. When a man chooses to take care of the home for love, it shows he loves his wife enough to give up his career for her. "Just like when a woman becomes a housewife for her family. It's the same principle. You keep calling him a leech, but if Mr. Graham hadn't taken care of the home back then, you wouldn't be where you are today!" Lillian's face turned visibly ugly, though she kept her smile plastered on. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Morris. I'll have him leave right now. Let's keep drinking." Lillian pulled Morgan aside and said something to him. Morgan's gaze toward me grew even more venomous as his hands clenched into fists against his pants.

" Which of them?" Mrs Morgan snapped her eyes shut and inhaled sharply, the question stung. " Your biological one," she said in a barely audible voice, but Lily nodded, and she continued her story. " He and I were lovers in college, and we both assumed, we believed we were going to get married to each other. To be exact, he even proposed on our graduation, but before I could break the news to my father, he suddenly announced I was to marry the eldest and only son of the Morgan family. " "Why?"

"Logan Morgan, 52 years old, from New York, has been working in landscape design for many years. He is now a renowned expert in landscape design, having lived in Europe for many years and married for several years with a son." Mr. Satan briefly told her about Logan Morgan: "I wanted to investigate his wife too, but there's limited information. His wife is very low-key and seems reluctant to be in the spotlight." After hearing this, Emily's certainty grew stronger.

I went back to my work, glancing over the reports laid out in front of me. "I talked to dad, and he helped me understand some things. Can I sit, please?" "Whatever." She sat down and slid the bag over to me. "Morgan, please, can you at least look at me?" I raised my head and met her eyes. "You have two minutes. As you can see, I'm very busy right now." She nodded and shifted in her seat. "Dad told me you were married to Mr Fontaine, and that it ended very terribly. I'm deeply sorry, Morgan. I wouldn't have signed those papers if I knew it was going to be really tough on you."

Elliot! Morgana: I'd like to start by apologizing for yesterday! Ryan is an idiot! Elliot: And you're married to him? "Straight to the point!" I thought. Morgana: Technically, yes! Elliot: I thought you were single, I would have never invited you to Pegasus if I knew! Morgana: I'm sorry, really! Morgana: I'm getting a divorce Morgana: I thought he had already signed the divorce papers

"A human woman killed in our domain, and nobody has come looking for her? What kind of mate doesn't notice his wife is gone?" "Hard to imagine," Damien agreed. He had no idea they were talking about him. Damien would mobilize his entire unit for an unknown corpse. But his own wife vanishing for days didn't deserve a second thought. He handed the crumpled paper from the body over to the analysis team. Marcus hesitated. "Damien, what if something really happened to Lena? Maybe I should look into it..." "You know how she is," Damien said. "Give it a couple of days. She'll come back on her own."