Novels by Morning Star

CHAPTER EIGHT:Meanwhile, Lisa stared at her phone in disbelief."He hung up on me," she said, her voice trembling with indignation. "He actually hung up on me."Harry, who had been sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of water, looked up with practiced concern. "What did he say? Is he coming back?""No," Lisa said, her jaw tight. "He's being unreasonable. He won't even listen to reason. He kept on splitting rubbish!"Harry stood and walked over to her. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Maybe he just needs time. You know how men are. Their pride gets wounded, and they lash out."Lisa shook her head. "It's more than that. He's never acted like this before. He's always been so soft and predictable. So easy to manage. But last night, when he walked through that door, he looked different. He looked dangerous."Harry's eyes flickered. For just a moment, something cold and calculating crossed his face. Then it was gone, replaced by the soft, helpless expression he wore like arm

CHAPTER SEVEN:Elena stood frozen on the rain-slicked pavement, her chest heaving, her palms still raw from the fall. She watched as the man before her fought marvelously. Her eyes glint at every moves he took. With one punch, he knocked out one of the men who was rushing towards him with a baton. She watched as Darius kicked the man into the gutter, while he dampened his clothes. The gang leader was visibly amazed and furious, he couldn't understand how Darius was able to beat up his men. “You useless brat! You really think you can fight! You just fought with my weaker men.” " Boys, get him! Beat him mercilessly, I want all his limbs broken. I need to kill him myself for disrespecting me!” He bellowed in fury. The gangs obeyed his instruacton and ran towards with different kinds of weapon. Seeing this, Darius’ eyes shone in rage, hot adrenaline ran through his veins, his body screamed for blood. He charged towards them with precision and accurate force, with just one punch, he

CHAPTER SIX:Darius walked over to the table in the sitting room, grabbed the jig and poured its contents into the cup and gulped it down in a go. He turned and stared at the two of them, his face devoid of any emotion. "You're right," he said quietly. "I am fine. I survived. Against all odds, I survived. And somehow, that's my fault."Lisa's face reddened. "Don't you take that tone with me. You know what I mean. If you had just called instead of—""Instead of what?" Darius interrupted. "Instead of walking thirty miles through the rain with no shoes? Instead of coming home to find my wife taking care of another man while I fought for my life? Instead of standing here while you tell me I need to apologize to the man who tried to kill me?"“For three years, all I asked for was your attention, your love. Is it a crime to love you, Lisa? I want to know, do you ever love me?”Immediately Darius asked the question, Lisa's heart stopped abruptly for a second. Her face covered in shock as s

CHAPTER FIVE:“Harry?!!”Lisa's scream cut through the room like a blade.She had rushed toward Harry the moment he hit the floor, her hands reaching for him, her eyes wide with panic. But then she looked up. She saw Darius standing in the doorway, rain dripping from his ruined clothes, his face hardened like a rock. And she screamed again—louder this time, upon seeing the nightmare standing in front of her.Harry scrambled behind her back, his fingers digging into her shoulders like claws. His breath came in short, wet gasps. Lisa could feel him trembling against her spine, could smell the sour stench of his fear.She wanted to push him away. She wanted to tell him to stand up, to be a man, to stop hiding behind her like a child. Knowing how fragile and weak Harry was, Lisa didn't push him away. Because somewhere deep inside, Lisa had always liked being needed. And Harry needed her desperately.Darius watched them both with eyes that held no warmth. No anger. No pain. Just emptiness

CHAPTER FOURThe rescue team dispatcher answered on the first ring."Coast Guard, what is your emergency?"Lisa's voice was small, almost childlike. "I need to report a missing person. My husband. He was on the Sea Serenade. The cruise ship that went down in the storm."There was a pause on the other end. Then the dispatcher's tone changed. "Ma'am, the Serenade sank approximately three hours ago. Search and rescue operations began immediately. Why are you only calling now?"Lisa gripped the phone tighter. Her nails dug into the plastic case. "I—I was dealing with an emergency. A friend of mine had a medical crisis. I had to take him to the hospital."Another pause. Longer this time."Ma'am, I'm going to transfer you to the Captain. Hold on, please."The line clicked. Static hissed. Then a man's voice came through—rough, tired, and sharp as broken glass."This is Captain Reeves. Who am I speaking to?""Lisa Crawford. My husband is Darius Hamilton. He was on the Serenade. I need you to

CHAPTER THREE (3):The lifeboat scraped against the shore like a dying breath.Lisa climbed out first, her dress torn, her hands raw from gripping the oars. She collapsed onto the sand, gasping for breath. Behind her, Harry stumbled out, looking pale and shaken—though not from the storm. From the performance he had been rehearsing since the moment they left Darius behind."We made it," Lisa whispered, staring at the gray sky. Then her eyes widened instantly as she remembered something. "The rescue team, I need to call for rescue. They need to save Darius."She mumbled, scrambling on to her feet, already reaching for her phone. Her fingers trembled as she unlocked it. Trying to make the emergency call. Before she could dial, a loud groan stopped her.Harry had both hands pressed to his chest. His face had gone white. Not the pale of fear, but the pretense pale of a man who knew exactly how to break a woman's heart."Lisa," he wheezed, continuously tapping his chest,"my chest. I thin