So Not Meant To Be Meghan Quinn Novels & Stories

I blocked Fallon’s number, I did not want anything to do with her. I hoped that her journey in finding justice for her and her family was a success but I wanted no part in it anymore. Not ever again. I did not want to be bothered anymore, not by her, the Kingstons, or even by my husband. I was already trying my best to push the fact that a woman by the name of Meghan existed and that she was walking around on some part of this green earth with a baby inside of her belly that belonged to Chris. I just wanted my peace.

“You're doing this because of her, aren't you? That girl. Aurora.” I didn’t reply. Meghan clenched her jaw, now furious. “You’ll never have her. Not while I’m still breathing.” I turned to face her, my expression sharp as steel. “Then start planning your funeral.” She flinched, and silence stretched between us like a blade. I meant every word.

Wilson replied rigidly. Megan turned and made her way upstairs. You are never going to have a grandchild, mother, “sorrows, sorrows” she whispered in amusement. She loves Greg so much but that would not stop her from achieving her dreams. Her new target was Alex. Isn't it just crazy how she keeps going after Megan’s men. But it isn't like they were in a relationship either. Megan was still in a state of denial.

Before he could finish his sentence, my father spoke, his voice booming with authority, "Ladies and gentleman, thank you for attending my grandson's belated baby shower, which is also a welcome-back party for my daughter as she reclaims her place in the Barlows. "Whitney, come up here." Graham stood there, utterly stunned, clearly unable to connect me with the identity of Ms. Barlow. After all, I had never told him about my family. If he had known that I was the heiress to the Barlows' business empire, he never would have dared to cross me like this. Cassidy, who had spent years in the entertainment industry, instantly recognized the name and gasped. "What? You're Ms. Barlow? What's going on

“Maryanne isn’t the type of person to do such a thing, I believe it was murder, I think someone killed Meg.” I blink my eyes, my heart skipping a bit. “Meg?” “She was known as Meg, I am having tea with her sister tomorrow before she leaves for the Philippines.” Meg...The name is so familiar because that was the name of the person who posted that photo on the internet. No, that can’t be. She can’t be dead now. “Tell me about Meg.” It really seems like a weird question to ask, but I need to know, I just have to. “She was a photographer, that’s what her sister says she does.”

*** ~~Hunter~~ *** It's weekend over, and I honestly can't deal with the fact that we have to leave. Meghan is standing in front of the mirror, styling her hair. I sit there, eyes on her. She's perfect. Soft curves and and beautiful skin. Something in me twitches– low and a little dangerous. I stare, unable to look away. We've been at it all day, at every single corner of this room. But I can't help myself. I still can't get enough.

She clenched her chest and trembled. Riana’s ass hit the couch, and she teared up. She stared at the phone and watched her humiliating video. More disheartened was the terrible comment on the comments section. [The fifth family ever Meghan family] [They were all the same, like brothers, like sisters. Killers of mankind ] [She told us she traveled aboard, who knows what she did outside the country, maybe prostitution ] [To think, she will Marry Mr Copper in a few months is so disheartened ]

"This is my home. This is my pack. This is where I belong. This is where Tate belongs..." "Grace, please..." "You're the one that told me to stop running - the one that convinced me to fight for what I want..." Meghan exhaled heavily and ran her hand through her hair. Her face was flushed with colour. I couldn't quite tell what she was feeling. She looked annoyed, but she also looked regretful of bringing up the subject. A part of me wondered whether she was angry... But why would she be? That didn't make any sense at all. Why would Meghan be mad that I didn't want to leave the pack again?

“You’re impossible, you know that? Anyway, you can’t wriggle out of the party. You’ll have to show up.” I groaned, leaning back in my chair. “Derek, you’re perfectly capable of representing me there.” “Not a chance,” he said, smirking. “The press will be there. Investors too. You’re the face of the company, Logan. And let’s not forget—Paris Prescott is the star of the campaign. The clients will want to see you rubbing elbows with their precious supermodel.” I groaned again, this time louder, and pinched the bridge of my nose. “That’s exactly why I don’t want to go.”

Aurora's POV "Answer me." Megan does not move. Her hands are still in her lap. Her face is still blank. But something behind her eyes has shifted. Something that looks less like control and more like the edge of a fall. "Who is your father, Megan?" She laughs once. It sounds wrong. Hollow. Like she rehearsed it years ago and forgot what it was supposed to mean. "You really don't know," she says. "No." "And the messenger didn't tell you?"