The Distraction Morgan Elizabeth Novels & Stories

"She’s six months pregnant, Marcus! She has anemia! She can't just vanish into thin air!" "She’s not just vanishing, sir," Marcus said softly, risking his job. "She’s hiding." "But, we have another information about Mrs. Morgan. However, it also stops at a... dead end. No clue of where she is!" Ethan's hands on the glass of wine clutched tighter. In the past six months, he was either joining pieces of clue to find Elena or wasting himself in drink. He looked up at Marcus, his eyebrows narrowing as he said, "Any information about Elena is important to me. Speak..."

"They will be admitted without fanfare, as you requested." I gazed toward the main estate. "Keep me informed of any noteworthy events at the main entrance." Nanny Winters hesitated. "Miss Eliza, forgive me, but Elder Morgan is unaware of this plan." I met her worried gaze steadily. "Some matters are best handled without troubling Grandmother." Though clearly concerned, she simply bowed and withdrew. Victoria Morgan's birthday celebration would proceed as planned—with one unexpected addition. The return of James Morgan's mistress and their daughter would create precisely the disruption I needed.

She heaved a deep sigh as she put the documents down on the table. Morrigan's cold gaze darts towards the Prince Regent who is now crawling out of bed. But like Mathias, he could barely lift himself with how potent the drug Morrigan created just for the two of them. She leaned on the frame of a chair as she watches the Prince Regent crawling towards the door for his dear life. "Why struggle when everything will come to an end now." Morrigan wiped the dagger on her dress and held its hilt tightly as she lifts herself to stand upright. Looking below her, watching the Prince Regent mopping the floor as he helplessly crawls the cold floor. Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of

I muttered underneath my breath as I stepped foot into the building. I walked to the receptionist who seemed to be busy on her computer. She raised her head when I got very close. “Hello ma'am, how can I be of help to you?” She asked, politely. “I have an appointment with the CEO this morning,” I said, maintaining a small smile. She punched on the landline, “Okay, let me confirm it,”she said, her tone brisk. “Thank you,” I replied, softly. She spoke with the other person and her jaw dropped at one as she met my eyes. “I'm so sorry, ma'am. I didn't realize, you are Crystal Morgan, the artist of the year,”she said, awe creeping into her voice.

"What is going on here Mandy? I asked the secretary she slapped who already had tears on her face. Good day boss. This lady came in here claiming to be your fiance and requesting to be let into your office. I told her you were not in yet but she wouldn't listen to me as she tried entering your office so Ruth and I stopped her from going in considering you were not in and we do not know what her plans were. Then sh turned around and started hitting us" she concluded and I glanced at Chloe who was already sitting and crossing her legs. Chloe what was the meaning of that? Haven't I warned you to stop coming to my office to harass my employees? Why are you even here in the first place? I shrieke

We then drank and talked about some stuff until Javan and his father left us to discuss some private issues. Morgan and I talked about random stuff and then she handed me a black card. “ You're a beautiful woman , Elizabeth and I'd like to work with you. Have you ever thought about modelling?” She started. I was startled.” Umm…I already work for Mr Torres and I'm quite okay with it.” She chuckled, waving a hand.” Don't worry about him, we're partners and most of his employees are with us. It's just something we organised to boost business. Don't you want to be the face of his company if you pass the review?”

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

“Sinclair Media’s losing legacy weight, but it still holds assets worth salvaging. If Damien’s housecleaning reveals enough damage, then let's just say that people will be looking for a new center of gravity.” “And that’s you?” Morgan didn’t answer directly. He simply extended a crisp, gold-trimmed business card. “Think about it,” he said, then turned and disappeared into the crowd. Spencer looked down at the card, there was no title, just a name and two words: Morgan Hale Correction Division Back at the penthouse, Celeste had moved from the balcony and was standing in front of the fireplace, her tablet buzzing with updates. Damien’s voice came low behind her. “You okay?”

"How is Mrs Sebastian Morris?" asked Morgan with a sly look at Scarlet now. "Scarlet, tell me what this is about? How come you were called here just because of this falsified fund file?" Asked Mr Sebastian. "Solve your problems! I'm done with this disgusting domestic drama." Morgan was about to leave the room but the staff prevented him. "You have nothing to fear! Your life is safe! Don't be afraid." "No! It's all a lie darling, Morgan is deliberately slandering me!"

Declan did not specifically tell me their numbers… but aren’t six too much? “Elizabeth Miller. My mom used to be the Queen’s court ladies. Please to meet you, Miss Lamperogue.” Elizabeth then smiled sweetly. Among them, she looked the youngest. Her height aside, her face looked much… younger, and fresh. I did the same, and waited for the thers to introduce themselves, though it probably would take me a week to recognize them by their names. “I’m Jillian Morgan.” “Marshall Fletcher, Miss Genevieve. I heard a lot about you from the Lycans in my town. Please to finally meet you.”