Chapter 3

• MORGAN'S POV:
• "Get out of my house." He repeated.
• I stood from the floor I was sitting on, the tears breaking free. What was the meaning of all this? Divorce, now being thrown out of the house?
• "Are you now throwing me out of the house?" I asked Dante my words muffled with tears.
• "We are divorced." He said sending a painful jab to my heart. "How then can we live together?" He asked giving me a pouting look.
• "Fine." I responded. "I will leave." I said making to move to the bedroom to pack up my things. He blocked my path.
• "And where do you think you are going to?" He asked looking inquisitively at me.
• "To pack up and leave." I said not looking at his face.
• "I don't think that would be necessary." He said to me shaking his head.
• Was he serious or was he pulling my legs?
• "You want me to leave with just the clothes on my back?" I asked surprised that he could do such a thing.
• "Yes." He shrugged not bothered at all.
• "Dante..." I said finding it hard to believe that the man I had been with and loved for more than three years was the same man that stood in front of me, treating me like some sort of slave. "You..." I trailed off, unable to complete my sentence, tears completing it instead. He showed no expression of remorse or even sadness.
• "I paid for everything. And it's all mine anyway "
• "Did you even love me as you claimed that you did?" I asked him. He have no response. He just strolled to the door ushering me outside. I stood for what felt like thirty seconds, then I walked to the door.
• "Show her to the gate." He said to one of the servants outside the house on night duty. As soon as I stepped out of the house, Dante banged the door behind me.
• Not wanting the servants and guards in night duty to see me crying I wiped the tears off my face.
• Bowing to me, Nelson showed me to the gate. And there I stood, all alone.
• ***
• With no car or any means of transportation in sight, it took me thirty five minutes to head to the closest hotel around that vicinity, Palace Red
• I met the receptionist on night shift in the lobby.
• "I'm sorry but we are fully booked for the day." She said to me without looking up to see who it was.
• "Im not here to look for a room to sleep the night." I said to her making her look up.
• "So? What do you want?" She asked sizing me from head to toe then looking back at my face.
• "May I make use of the hotel's phone?" I asked.
• "No." She responded without a second thought.
• "Please." I said to her. "It's an emergency."
• "I can't let you use the hotel's phone. I don't know who you might be."
• "Then how about yours?" I asked her. "May I use your phone?"
• "Nope." She responded as fast as she did the first time.
• My life had already taken a U-turn and the last thing I needed was anything to add to my frustration and headache.
• "I'll pay you." I eventually used the card that I hated to use back then.
• "I'm sorry but do you think I can be bought over with money?" She asked looking at me with disgust filled eyes. I could easily tell that all she was putting on was just a defense mechanism. It was all fake.
• "A hundred dollars." I said catching her off guard.
• "How can someone like you with no luggage, no nothing, be able to give me a hundred dollars." She said scoffing. "You look like you are the one that would be needing that." The receptionist said.
• Not only was I just divorced and kicked out of my home, u was being insulted by an employee, a mere receptionist.
• "Go look for someone else to lie to." She said to me going back to what she was doing.
• I had no means to tell time neither did I have anything on on a night as cold as this except for the thin clothes on my back and an arrogant, disrespectful receptionist.
• I walked to one of the seats in the lobby and sat down, hugging myself. My brain had already shut down long time since I arrived the hotel.
• "Hey." I heard behind me. It was the receptionist calling out to me. She gestured me to come. I stood up from the seat and strolled to where she was. "How would I get the money?" She asked me.
• I knew it. Fake.
• "Once the person I call gets here, you will get your money." I said to her.
• "You'd better not be lying." She said through clenched teeth handing her phone over to me.
• I typed in the number and dialled it. On the second ring, it was picked up at the other end.
• "How may I be of help?" The voice said. That was Mr Vontrap's voice.
• "It's me Mr Vontrap." I said. "It's Morgan."
• "My goodness, Morgan." He said.
• "Morgan?" I heard someone say in the background. "My princess." The person spoke into the phone.
• "Daddy." I said almost crying. "I'm sorry." I said sniffing back the tears.
• "Where are you sweetheart?" He asked me?
• "Palace Red." I said.
• "Just stay there okay? I'll come get you." Then the line went dead.
• "What are you?" The receptionist asked as I handed her phone over to her. "A prodigal daughter?"
• I didn't have time to have a talk if such sort with her. "You'll get your money when my father arrives." I said to her, shutting her up.
• It took my dad less than fifteen minutes to come and pick me up. It had been three years since I last saw him.
• "My princess." He called immediately he caught a glimpse of where I was seated.
• "Daddy!" I screamed running into his arms. I didn't realize how much I had missed him until I was in his arms.
• "My one and only." He said when we pulled away from the hug, wiping away the streaks of tears that were running down my cheeks. "Who made you so sad?"
• "I will tell you in the ride home." I said to him. "But first, may I get a Thousand dollar bill from you?" I asked him.
• "Someone get a thousand dollar bill for my princess." He called out to the numerous men and their entourage that came with him. All of them came running to him with a dollar notes in their hands.
• I took it from one of them and handed it to the receptionist who took it with her mouth open in surprise.
• "Be careful how you treat people." I said to her following my dad into the car that was prepared for us.
• In the car, I briefed him about all that had happened, and slept most of the journey time home.
• At least, we got to my home. How I had missed this place without realizing it. One I'd the servants opened the door of the car while my dad and I got out.
• And there stood Mr Vontrap looking as professional as ever.
• "Hello." I said to him giving a little bow my arm hooked with my dad's.
• "Hello young mistress." He replied giving me a perfect ninety degrees bowing. "Welcome back." He said to me.
• As three of us walked into the Rosewood mansion, my dad announced to everyone in sight. "Attention all and sunder. Get me a bottle of champagne and a glass." He said.
• One of the butler-in-training came forward with a bottle of champagne and a glass. He popped it and poured into the glass get had given to my dad.
• Raising the glass, he said. "Cheers, my princess, the heir has returned."