New Title: Drama Queen

Morgan shut her eyes, pressing her eyelashes together. She is trying hard to process everything in her head. This shouldn't be happening.

She has been rewarded with partial memory. Hence, there were some things she knew about herself.

She knew that she had died in the accident. She remembered she had been kicked out of the Grayson mansion, after which she had moved into Jules house 

Speaking about Jules, she couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. But first, she had to worry about herself. She is now in the midst of men, strange men who insisted they were family.

Four men are seated in front of her, watching her every move. Morgan, who was seated in the bed, still having her back pressed against the seat, slowly opened her eyes. 

"Ivy, how do you feel now?" She closed her eyes immediately, She heard the question, why were they still here?

"I know you are awake," he called her right out. She heard footsteps, it stopped close to her bed. "You can sleep if you want to." Reaching to touch her, Morgan flinched, and her eyes flickered open that moment and held his hand, stopping him.

A look of concern which was in his eyes turned to surprise for a brief moment. Morgan slowly removed her hand from his. 

"I'm fine." She adjusted on the bed. 

Ding!

[Healing boosts activated. You should feel better, save you thanks for later.]

[Used 3 VP. You have 2 VP left.]

Quest: Cause a scene among these men. 

Reward: +40 VP, +10 Charm.

Morgan suddenly felt energised. Her head doesn't feel heavy as it once was, nor is her body weak. What was happening? 

Ding!

[Oh, sweetheart, we're just getting started]

What are you? Morgan asked. 

Ding!

[Save the introduction for when your task is completed.]

"How long have I been here?' Morgan asked in a low voice, looking cautious. 

For all she knows, her death was planned. She may not be able to remember everything, but she knew she got a call. 

"Five days." A thick voice replied. She nodded. Jeremy moved closer, then he raised two fingers over her face, "How many hands do I have up?" He asked.

She glared at him, "those are fingers." Was he dumb? He moved his fingers down and smiled. His Ivanna was back.

Morgan hasn't forgotten about her task; she doesn't know what that is, but she knew she had to do it, make the men get into an argument, make her leave.

"Jeremy, stop stressing her. Let her be." Slade said. His hands are crossed over the other, and he is taking all he can to stop himself from walking to Ivanna and scooping her into his hands.

"You are one to speak, she wouldn't be here if not for you." Jeremy threw at him, turning his attention to him.

Morgan doesn't understand what that means, and she doesn't try to. She leans into the bed, placing a pillow behind her back. 

In the end, she didn't need to do anything. The men seem to be at each other's throats already.

"And I apologise about that." 

Jeremy was about to speak, but Gabriel cut in, "Drop it, for now. Ivanna just woke up." Morgan squinted; she was just beginning to enjoy the drama. 

"No, don't, what do you mean? Masks caused me to be here?" She asked. She doesn't know his name, and his mask was the only identification she could address him by.

She studied their faces. Jeremy raised a brow, "You've forgotten?" He asked.

"Call the doctor, she needs a brain scan." 

They were all around her one more time. Morgan felt like wrapping her hand around herself.

"I'll get the doctor," Jeremy said. She raised her hand to shop him, "No, don't." She said, then slowly shifted her gaze away from him.

Shit! What should she do? If they called a doctor and had her brain checked, they'd realise she is fine and that she isn't Ivanna. And they may end up arresting her. 

She shook her head, no, that can't happen. 

She doesn't want to deceive them or pretend to be Ivanna, but for now, that's what she had to do till she figured everything out.

"I'm fine. Nothing is wrong with my head." She said, touching her head. 

One side of her bed was plopped down; someone was with her in the bed. 

He held her hand in his. "You sure?" He asked in a soft voice, holding her gaze. It felt like he was staring into her soul.

If it was before, if this was Liam or Davis, staring at her with so much concern, maybe she would have been moved. No, she would have jumped into his embrace and held him while she wept. 

But things have changed. She blinked her tears back.

She extracted her hand from his and looked away from him. 

Ding!

[System notification -1 VP. Villains can't go soft.]

She blinked back rapidly, and then pointed at masks, remembering her task, "he caused this. How could you guys allow him to be here with me? I can't stand him, and I can't stand you more for having him here, you're supposed to be my brothers." Morgan broke down, her face morphed into one of pain and betrayal as she stared at her brothers. 

She can't think of any other way to make them quarrel.

She doesn't know what VP are, but she felt like it wouldn't be nice to lose them.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-" 

"I told you she wouldn't want to see him," Gabriel said, his words directed to Kyle. It was Kyle who allowed Slade into the room.

Seeing as tears rolled down her face, Jeremy felt his heart break into a million tiny pieces.

"Ivy, can I talk to you for a while?" Slade asked. 

He made a mistake, he knew he caused this, and it has killed him every day for the past five days. he watched her in bed. But one thing he didn't want was to be cast out of her life. 

She is his wife.

"She doesn't want to speak to you." Jeremy is furious.

"Let her speak for herself."

"See where speaking for herself has landed her. I've always warned her that you were bad news." 

"Jeremy!" Gabriel yelled.

"What?" He matched his intensity. 

They both looked at Morgan, who immediately started wiping her eyes like she wasn't enjoying the scene unfolding before her.

The brothers never wanted Slade for Ivanna, but she had loved him since they were kids and would always cling to him. They never expressly voiced their disapproval, well, until this moment.

Now, Jeremy was heading there, and they had to stop him.

"That doesn't stop the fact that Ivanna chose to be with me." Slade retorted, he wasn't ready to let this go either.

For the next five minutes, the men were all speaking, their loud voices filling the room.

Morgan's stomach rumbled, and she wished she could get something to munch on while she watched them. 

Kyle, who had been seated quietly at one end of the corner, slammed his hand on the table. 

"Stop! It's enough." He said. The men stopped. 

"I can't believe you're doing this when she just woke up." He moved to Morgan, taking the spot Gabriel once occupied.

"I'm sorry you had to watch that," he wrapped his hand over her, and her head fell on his shoulders, where she buried herself.

Her shoulders shook, but tears didn't fall from her eyes.

"Tell them to leave. I want to be alone." She said between sobs.

"You heard her." Kyle's voice was cold.

"I'm sorry Ivy-"

"But Ivanna-"

Jeremy and Slade began at the same time. However, they stopped when Kyle glared at them.

"Let's just leave," Gabriel said, and they exited the room.

The door closed. Morgan inhaled sharply. 

She raised her head from Kyle's shoulders. Her eyes are dry.

"Ivanna, I'm sorry about the boys, I should -"

"You should go too." Kyle paused and raised a brow. He thought he'd get the chance to be with her for now. 

"I want to be alone." She said, straightened her legs, and then she lay down.

Kyle's shoulders dropped, but he did as she wished. He gently placed the covers over her and planted a kiss on the side of her face before leaving.

Immediately, Morgan heard the door close, she sprang up from the bed. Placing her foot on the floor, she began walking around the room, "There should be something to eat around here." She whispered to herself.

She was starving.

There was a bag beside the couch, and she opened it. 

She pulled out the pack of chips. Glad that she got something to munch on. The room was clean and tidy. It was more like a hotel room than a hospital room. 

Morgan threw some chips into her mouth and crunched them. Then she began inspecting their things. 

There was nothing useful in any of the bags. She moved to the square mahogany shelf at the side. There were some bottles of wine, three of which lay empty on the floor. She shook her head. Seriously, they were drinking?

Their supposed sister was sick.

She moved to the side of the table, noticing the mirror for the first time. 

By this time, she was on the second pack of chips. Stopping in front of the mirror, she placed some chips in her mouth and ground them slowly before settling her eyes on the reflection in front of her.

Her hand flew to her lips immediately to suppress the scream that threatened to escape from her throat. The pack of chips is emptying onto the floor.

Her face. 

Her face changed too.

Ding!

[Quest completed.]

Ding!

[Congratulations, you've

gained: +40 VP, +10 charms]

[New title unlocked: Drama-Queen. You, my girl, were made for the stage.]

But Morgan was too busy staring at her face.

Oh my God!

"What did you do to my face?"