Megan Lee Heart Novels & Stories

Larry's pov I stood in the center of the mobile command unit, a blacked-out van idling two blocks away from the Trent Club, and watched the video for the fourteenth time. The screen of my phone was cracked from when I’d gripped it too hard, a jagged line running through Megan’s face. In the video, she looked pale, her hair a mess, standing against a featureless gray wall. Her voice was steady, but it was the kind of steady that only comes from someone holding their breath so they don't scream.

She tried to wake them up but nothing worked. Seeing how helpless her kids looked, Megan started attacking Alice to kill her but the moment Megan had killing intent towards Alice, Alice's enchanted heart turned green and attacked Megan's magic, sending her flying. "Shit!" Megan woke up from her frenzy of anger as she remembered that KuLaa had all their hearts enchanted so that she would be notified if any of them were in danger. Instantly, Megan knew she wouldn't be able to kill Alice. She withdrew her killing intent and attacked again. This time, she just wanted to subdue and capture her.

No one dared to have anything to do with them. Desperate, Sylvia reached out to the one person she thought could still help—Jameson’s mother, Margaret Lane. “I’m pregnant! It’s Jameson’s baby.” Originally, Jameson’s parents had planned to stay out of it. The Gray and Walker families had already been stripped of power and influence. However, once they heard that a Hart family heir might be involved, everything changed. When Jameson sent people to track Sylvia down again, she vanished. In a blind fury, he swept everything off his desk, glaring at his assistant. “Who helped her?”

I can definitely live my destiny perfectly. “Cheer up Meghan! You're a strong girl! You can get through all this. You are your mother's descendant! The Descendant of the Moon Goddess!” I said to myself. I don't know where that energy comes from. I suddenly felt full of energy. It was as if the words I had just said we're like a very powerful magic spell. My legs feel strong, my hands are no longer shaking. I could feel my heart rate starting to increase. The adrenaline rush also makes me more excited.

My former boss, Leila Burke, was the one who accompanied me out of Helmont. The moment the plane lifted off the tarmac, it felt as though all the resentment of the past had transformed into a raw will to survive. As the president of the International Bar Association, Leila had been the one to arrange for that video to play at the awards ceremony. The video showed Megan and Edward admitting to causing Mom's death, then trying to evade responsibility. Megan had a habit of keeping detailed logs for her work. She likely never expected me to stumble upon the truth hidden deep within her computer.

She was meant to be in the bridal party; by all accounts she should be in this photo. I take a deep breath and look over at Astrid. “Here goes.” When I click on the album my monitor is flooded with professional photography of Mikayla’s big day. I scan quickly through the images in search of Harley. I feel my chest constrict when my eyes land on the first image of her, and it’s only her back. She’s in the back of the room taking off her leather riding jacket. My eyes land on her perfectly shaped ass and I feel my dick twitch almost instantly.

Megan watch him leave. She was speechless. After all she did for him, how could he just look at her, and walk way, as if she stole something from him? She shook her head and whispered. "What a strange guy! She didn't want to touch her stomach again, for fear, that she might just begin to get too emotional. She has been doing that since she woke up from her unconscious state. She wanted to do something different, so she went online, and could see the comment online.

'Megan's their regional lead now. My heart races. "And who represented Stone Corporations in the meeting?" I ask with a low and dangerous voice. Harvey sighs. “A woman named Megan Pierce. Their regional lead. She was... impressive. She led the pitch.” Boom. A cannonball straight to the chest. Megan's the reason I lost the biggest deal I’ve chased in years? I stare at him in shock. Of course she did. Megan, my ex-wife and ex-Luna. The woman who disappeared four years ago carrying my unborn children I'd thought were aborted. The same woman who returned to Arkon like a ghost only to shake my world again.

The kind of gentle apology you give someone before you break their heart. He didn't love me at all. The next day, I went to see Elder Lyra with red, swollen eyes. The Elder asked no questions. She calmly took out a magnificent piece of moonsilk tapestry. In the bottom right corner, there was a tiny, barely noticeable flaw. Elder Lyra picked up a pair of silver scissors from the table and, without hesitation, sliced the entire tapestry in half. "Elder!" I jumped up in horror. "A single flaw can ruin the whole cloth," she said, tossing the scissors aside. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing my soul.

The focus shifted from the external empire to the internal heart of our family. I sat at my personal desk, gently opening an old, heavy wooden box. It contained the final personal project I had failed to complete during the chaos: the Eva Hayes Memorial Fund. "I couldn't finish it then," I said, my voice barely a whisper, turning the box toward Adrian. "Lyra's attack on my career, the shame of my father's crime... it made me feel like anything associated with the Hayes name was tainted." Adrian knelt beside the desk, looking at the initial paperwork, the plans for a scholarship fund dedicated to arts and education for vulnerable young women, the kind of woman Eva had been.