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She was nothing but a shadow in her aunt's house-unseen, unloved, and silenced. Until one night, fate stepped in. On her way home, Morgana saves a dying stranger... and everything changes. The man turns out to be a billionaire and the powerful patriarch of a fashion empire. Moved by her courage and spirit, he takes her away from her abusive aunt and brings her into a world of wealth, secrets, and ambition. Living under the same roof as his arrogant grandson, Anderson Castell-the cold-hearted CEO of the empire-Morgana becomes a thorn in his side. But when his grandfather forces them into a marriage neither of them wants, sparks fly...and not the good kind. But behind Morgana's quiet eyes lies a rare talent-one that could shake the fashion world to its core. And behind Anderson's icy heart is a man who might just need her more than he knows. In a house full of secrets, business wars, and hidden scars, can a girl with nothing become the heart of everything?
Chapter 1 The Call That Changed Everything
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The streets were unusually quiet tonight.
Morgana adjusted the straps of her schoolbag, the weight of her drawing pad digging into her shoulder. Her sneakers scraped along the cracked pavement as she rode her scouter-half-worn wheels squeaking under her weight. A full moon hung low above the slums, casting silver light over trash bins, shuttered shops, and puddles that glimmered like broken glass.
She was late again. Her aunt would scream at her.
But she didn't care. Not tonight.
Drawing had consumed her in the library. Sketching designs she could never afford to make, she'd forgotten the time again. Her mind still swirled with the lace patterns she'd dreamt up-vintage corsets reimagined with street style, dramatic sleeves paired with bold chokers. In school she felt like an outcast.
Everybody in school hates her and she has coped with it for a long time so she stays on her own just scribbling on her drawing pad.
She almost missed the car.
It was parked awkwardly by the side of the road. Engine off. Lights still on. One of the doors slightly ajar. Her face shone in confusion
Something about it felt... wrong.
Morgana slowed to a stop. Her eyes narrowed.
She inched closer, glancing around. The streets were empty, except for a dog barking somewhere in the distance.
"Hello...?" she called softly, heart beginning to pound.
No answer.
She crept to the driver's side and peeked in.
Her breath hitched.
In there was a man-old, gray-haired, well-dressed-was slumped against the wheel. Blood dripped from his forehead. His hand twitched slightly. His breathing was shallow, almost nonexistent. Like he was at the edge hanging for his dear life.
"Oh my God... Sir are you okay?"
No reply.
Panic surged in her chest.
She yanked the door open and looked around the interior. Her hands trembled as she reached for the phone lying on the floorboard. Its screen was cracked, but still active. With shaking fingers, she unlocked it-no password.
That was a relief.
She scrolled through the contacts, eyes darting to the man's chest every few seconds, checking if it was still rising.
"Please don't die... please don't die..." she whispered.
The first contact on the list: "Anderson."
She didn't know who that was. But she had no choice.
She pressed the call button.
It rang once.
Twice.
A deep voice picked up. Sharp. Annoyed.
"Hello"
Morgana's voice shook. "I-I don't know who I'm speaking to. But-there's a man. He's hurt. I found him on the road. Blood is coming out from his head-he's not waking up. His phone was open so I called the first name on his contact list."
There was a long silence. Then the voice became alert, icy.
"Where are you?"
She gave the street name. Her voice cracked. "Please come quick. His breathe is decelerating."
"I'm on my way."
The line cut.
Morgana's hands trembled as she knelt beside the man again. "You'll be okay," she whispered, her throat tight. "Someone's coming for you."
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Five minutes felt like fifty.
Then the flashing red and white lights of an ambulance painted the street. The sirens grew louder until the van screeched to a halt.
Paramedics jumped out.
Morgana stumbled back as they swarmed around the man-checking his vitals, lifting him onto a stretcher.
One of them looked at her. "You called?"
She nodded. "Yes. I found him. He was bleeding-he's not waking up."
The man nodded. "You saved his life, girl."
She didn't feel like a savior. Her legs were shaking.
Then a black SUV pulled up behind the ambulance.
A tall man stepped out. Dark suit. Sharp jawline. Cold, unreadable eyes.
He looked like he could freeze fire with a glance.
He strode toward the stretcher.
Morgana stayed still, just staring at him.
The man glanced at her once. His expression unreadable.
"You found him?"
"Yes..." she answered quietly. "I-I didn't know what to do so I had to call."
His jaw clenched. "You did the right thing."
Before she could say anything more, the ambulance doors slammed shut, and the sirens roared back to life.
Morgana stood there, alone, watching the man she didn't know vanish into the night without a trace.
Something inside her shifted.
She didn't know it yet...
But nothing about her life would ever be the same again after this incident .
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