Chapter 102 MY CEO
“Who else would take care of that arrogant and conceited CEO?” I looked at him, amused. “I already told you, Patrick Morgan is my idiot.”
“Seems fair.” Greg laughed, and I joined him. Together, we walked to the designated chapel. It was a simple ceremony, just Patrick’s platoon and us.
I entered the church, hearing the soft sound of the violin in the background. At the altar, Patrick Morgan stood out in the wedding setting with his imposing presence. He was tall and dark-haired, and he exuded charm and elegance in his tailored suit. The dark fabric enhanced his skin tone, and the white shirt contrasted with his complexion, creating a sophisticated and attractive look. His brown hair was impeccably styled, and his deep blue eyes seemed to pierce my soul, locking onto mine. His sculpted body showcased his good physical shape, confirming his sensual aura. He smiled seductively when he saw me, subtly biting his lips with mischief. I blushed instantly, reprimanding him with a frown, which elicited laughter from the guests.
“Thank you.” I thanked Greg, who handed me to Patrick. His legs subtly faltered, and his friend supported him. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I think I’m just overwhelmed by such beauty.” Morgan smiled sideways, charming and provocative.
“You can’t control yourself, can you?” I laughed, amused, giving him a playful slap on the shoulder.
“I’m behaving.” He smiled boldly at me. When the pastor began to speak, he reached the confirmation part: “I do.”
“I do.” We smiled, walking out as Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, ready to heal together. Two broken souls found each other, gathered their pieces, and now see themselves whole and stronger.
I was in the office, preparing paperwork. I had become a partner at SoundStory Press, and my book had become a success, being adapted for the big screen. We restored the company’s honor, closed many lucrative contracts, and recruited great talents for our team. I was pacing back and forth, swamped with work, answering endless calls, and organizing documents for the afternoon meeting. A year had passed since our wedding... Being with Patrick meant living intensely in every aspect. His mischief drove me crazy, further igniting my mind to create stories and explore surprising and varied orgasms.
A gentle knock on the door caught my attention, and I saw Greg’s silhouette on the other side of the glass door.
“Come in.” I said, ending the call. “Perfect, Celdric Forbs, follow the guidelines, and soon we’ll be able to expand to new horizons.”
I hung up. With the deaths of Heloise and Mr. Forbs, Celdric took charge of the industry. With the revelation of the truth, it didn’t take long for clarity and remorse to come to his mind. The merger contract between the companies was improved, benefiting both parties and clearing up the scandal between the Forbs and Morgan families.
“Greg? Where’s Patrick? He’s late again. We have an important meeting, and there’s no point in making up another excuse for him. I said last time that I wouldn’t tolerate any more delays.” I was nervous, pacing back and forth, still frantic, looking at the paperwork.
“Mrs. Elisabeth...” Greg called softly.
“In recent months, he's always late. I know he trusts my management, but he shouldn't leave everything in my hands like this. I need him for some important decisions. Furthermore, I continued to speak without stopping.
“Mrs. Lis?” Greg raised his voice.
“There's no Mrs. Lis, Greg. Bring Morgan here for this meeting, or I won't be responsible for my actions. You know how Mrs. María gets when we're late; it's important to decide where the filming will start.” I grabbed more papers from the table, highlighting important points for the meeting.
“Mrs. Elisabeth Lis, can you stop for a moment?” Greg held my shoulders, shaking them slightly. I frowned, staring at him.
“What is it?” I evaluated his eyes.
“This is Patrick's private lawyer. He brought some important documents, and after holding the envelope for a moment, Greg looked at it. “Open and read it when we finish and leave.”
“Why all the mystery? Can't this wait? Why is the lawyer here?” I kept my tone sharp and impatient.
“Just listen to what he has to say!” Greg reprimanded me sternly. I gestured for us to sit down.
“Fine, I'm listening!” I sat in my chair on the other side of the table, waiting.
“Mrs. Elisabeth, these documents refer to Mr. Patrick Morgan's will, where he transfers all his properties, including the publishing house, to your name. Additionally, it states that all decision-making is your responsibility, absolving him of any intervention,” said the lawyer seriously, adjusting his large glasses. Please read the documents and sign where your name appears. Mr. Morgan's signature is already on the document and has been notarized.”
“Are you kidding me?” I said it incredulously, looking from the lawyer to Greg. “What does this mean, Greg? Is Patrick really running away from his responsibilities? Why didn't he tell me? And why hasn't he answered me since his trip?”
“Elisabeth, calm down,” Greg said sadly.
“Calm down? You show up out of nowhere with a will in my husband's name, who hasn't answered or replied to messages for a week.” A lump formed in my throat, tears filling the thin line of my eyes. “What happened to him?”
The lawyer looked at Greg, placed the folder with the will on the table, apologized, and left the room. I kept my eyes fixed on Greg.
“Lis, Patrick asked me to give you this envelope when the time came. Before you get upset, please understand that this wasn't easy for him.” My friend's eyes were sad; I noticed they were red and slightly swollen, as if he had been crying for hours.
“Greg; please?” I felt the tears fall.
“Just read his words and sign the will, okay?” He responded, standing up and pausing briefly before leaving the room. “I'm so sorry, Mrs. Elisabeth.”