Page 9 of The Last Morgan
No one stood outside.
No welcoming committee. No familiar faces.
The only movement came from a lone servant near the front door. He blinked at the car in confusion, eyes narrowing as it slowed to a stop. His hands twitched at his sides like he couldn’t decide whether to approach or run.
Lucy stepped out first. Carter flanked her on the left, Corey on the right.
Their formation was deliberate.
The servant stepped forward, clearly rattled.
“The master and lady of the house… they aren’t expecting anyone,” he stammered. “May I ask who you are?”
Carter didn’t miss a beat.
“This is Miss Morgan,” he said, each word clear and calm. “The legal owner of this estate.”
The man paled. His lips moved without sound, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Then, panic took over. He turned and sprinted for the door, his voice ringing out across the grounds.
“It’s Miss Morgan! She’s returned!”
Lucy felt the smirk curl at her lips.
Not exactly the reaction she was hoping for, but i is what it is.
Chapter 7
Lucy stepped forward entering the grand entrance of the house looming before her like a challenge.
It was exactly as she remembered — high ceilings, polished marble floors, and a sweeping staircase that curled upward like something out of a fairytale. It was breathtaking, cold, and painfully familiar.
This was her home.
At least, it had been — before it became someone else’s.
To the left, in the lavish sitting room, her aunt, uncle, and their two children — Jackson and Sarah — were seated. Picture-perfect in appearance, their bodies stiff with unease.
They looked up the moment she entered. Jackson’s gaze dropped to the floor. Sarah turned her head. Her aunt and uncle simply stared, caught between shock and something closer to dread.
Lucy paused — not to gloat, not to make a scene — but to show grace, just once.
She cleared her throat and offered a quiet nod.
“Good evening.”
They didn’t respond.
“I know this is… unexpected,” she continued, keeping her voice level. “But I’m here now. I’m not looking for a fight. I just want to settle in.”
Still, nothing.
She took a step forward, the click of her heel echoing through the space.
“This house belonged to my family. I understand you’ve been here for years, and I’m not here to throw anyone out.”
Her uncle stood slowly. His voice was calm, but there was a blade hidden beneath it.
“Lucy… we weren’t expecting you.”
