Unstoppable Morgan Real Name Novels & Stories

She is beautiful. "Damn, you are blessed with genes that make you look super hot, just like your brother," Naomi winked with mischief. Iris and Tasha giggled at her antics. It's funny how Naomi never hides how much she likes Adam. ....... In the Morgan residence, which is a typical Italian-style home, but big enough to host 100 guests. James Morgan, father of Naomi Morgan and the President of the Morgan group, has a short, stout personality. But he is a shark in the business world. He runs a gemstones business, so his keen interest is in tying up the IRIS group.

It wasn’t much of a disguise. Was he trying to break away from his past… or simply blur its edges enough to make it harder to follow? In the third volume, I found something. Robert John Morgan. Born 24th September 1980. Liverpool University Hospital. Mother: Bridget Elsie Morgan, née Aherne. Father: Leonard Albert Edward Morgan. Merchant seaman. I stared at the entry for a long moment. I still couldn’t be certain. But the pieces were beginning to align. The probability was shifting in my favour.

I knew everything that went on with the elite. Not anymore, though. After my father was arrested for embezzlement and all our assets seized, I lost all my friends. That meant they weren’t my friends in the first place. “Let’s see, “ I said as I typed his name. However, the search came up empty. There were no listings of a company or any business under his name. I furrowed my eyebrows wondering if what I experienced that morning really happened. The man was wearing Armani and driving a Rolls Royce. He had to have a company somewhere. When I searched the name Markos alone, the search results showed a bunch of people I had never seen before. I gave up and closed my laptop.

The moment the man spotted Leonel, his eyes lit up immediately. “Chairman Crawford! I didn’t expect to run into you here.” Navia paused instinctively. Someone Leonel knew? Leonel glanced over casually. “You.” His tone remained calm. “Didn’t expect the Morgan heir’s people to enjoy hiking too.” The man dressed in black standing before them was one of Marcus Morgan’s personal assistants—and technically his caretaker too. Marcus Morgan was the only son and heir of the Morgan Family, spoiled from birth and raised like royalty. People like him were notoriously difficult.

she asks. “I’d say Almost seventeen years.” I say. “Though our friendship is a little different, Craig isn’t his real name. we’ve never met in person. But we talk on the phone all the time. He doesn’t ask for anything, doesn’t pry he just talks to me without any strings attached.” Dr Morgan’s expression softens. “You feel safe with him. The barrier of not knowing who you really are keeps you safe and also you don’t have to worry about what’s going to leak to the press...”

Then, he trapped her against a car as he said through gritted teeth, "I should have killed you 16 years ago. "I tossed you into the sea, but it turned into a chance for you to survive instead. Morgan, you should have died 16 years ago, just like Kieran. Both of you should have died 16 years ago." Morgan felt searing pain coming from her scalp. As if someone had sprayed pepper onto her wound, it hurt so much that she took in a sharp breath. He had admitted to it! It truly was him! Enduring the pain on her scalp, Morgan smiled. "I don't think I've told you this before, but my name is Morgan Kingsley!"

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.”

He thought in his head. He continued his walk until he reached his car. Getting in, his phone made a beeping sound. “That must be the profile!” He said to himself. He picked up the phone and he had a quick glance at it. “What!” His eyes widened with disbelief at the profile that was before him. Morgan had a businessman ally. He knew a little about his dirty little secrets and now he didn't know why he did what he did, but after his business crashed down.

Morgan put his mobile phone away when he didn't know that his men were going to be killed by the hitman Alice had sent to spy on the people around Morgan. Morgan left his men alone because he was still busy with his business affairs. He's the owner of Alexander Company, which operates in several fields. He is the main CEO who is still 32 years old. "Alice, if you're still alive I hope you're okay. I haven't taken revenge for you cheating on me behind my back. I just want to hear your answer one more time, do you love me for pretending?" Morgan speaks alone as he gets into his car.

He was drop-dead gorgeous, with a kind of beauty that made you do a double-take, and his eyes were like something out of an old painting—sharp and upturned, just like a nobleman from the past. Sophia was gobsmacked, staring wide-eyed. Then it hit her how bizarre this all was. "It's you?!" Morgan gave a soft laugh. "Tisha, it's been ages." Helma let out a little giggle on the side. Morgan, whose real name was Andrew, was the heir to the Moore fortune in Brookville, a big deal around those parts. Rumor had it the guy was a walking hospital ward, born with a bunch of ailments that made him very fragile.