Marrissa's point of view The heavy doors of the mansion creaked as I pushed them open. The grand entry hall greeted me with its usual coldness, marble floors that gleamed like ice under the glow of crystal chandeliers. Before I could take another step, a flurry of movement startled me. The maids came rushing toward me, their faces pale with concern. “Madam, how are you?” one of them asked “Are you okay?” another asked, her hands wringing nervously. “Welcome back!” they chorused, their worried expressions a little too intense for comfort. I blinked, caught off guard. How did they even know I had been away? Their concern touched me, it felt so genuine, and before I knew it, I was pulled into a series of tight, almost desperate hugs. “Thanks,” I said awkwardly, patting a maid on the back as I tried to wiggle free. “I’m fine, really.” I stepped back, brushing off invisible lint on my coat to distract myself from their stares. “So, where is Mr. Devil?” I asked, my voice ligh
Marrissa's point of view I woke up earlier than usual, before Morgan had the chance to wake me up in his usual degrading fashion. The thought of him pouring cold water on me or his annoying way of saying “Get out and get busy” made me so angry . But not today. Today, I have a special plan. I stood up from the floor, surprisingly my body had adjusted to the cold ground, although Morgan graciously gave me blankets and duvet. I sighed , getting dressed, after that I quickly went downstairs. The movement of the maids working greeted me, their soft chatter and the sounds of cleaning filling the vast house. I found a corner in the living room and sat, watching them for a while. It was oddly comforting—their efficient movements, the calm way they went about their tasks. They did not scowl or bark orders. They did not treat people like pawns. One of the younger maids noticed me and smiled. Before long, I found myself chatting with a few of them. We laughed about small things—the kind o
Morgan's point of view I knew something was off about Marrissa the moment she stood up on her own that morning. The way she moved was too smooth,too calculated as if she had rehearsed them in her mind before waking up.She did not notice me watching her from the corner of my eyes. I remained perfectly still as she dressed quickly,like she was on a mission.She left the room humming, that same soft, cheerful tune she always used when she thought she had won something. Moments later, I could hear her voice downstairs, light and almost melodic as she laughed with the maids.I should have ignored it, brushed it off, but there was something about it that stirred something sharp and bitter inside me. A strange feeling I refused to let take root.I turned my attention to the work I had been avoiding, distracting myself with tasks I barely cared for, trying to shut her out of my mind. But Marrissa was not someone easily forgotten. Her presence lingered even when she was gone, and I hated t
Marrissa's point of view I moved through Morgan’s room like a ghost, my mind racing with thoughts I could not control. “What have I done?” That question replayed over and over as if asking it would somehow undo what had happened. My stomach twisted. Had I actually killed him? No, that could not be possible. Chilly pepper could not be that deadly… could it? The image of Morgan collapsing flashed in my mind again—the way his face twisted in pain, his body crumpling to the floor. The maids had rushed in, their panic fueling my own. It was like I was watching a disaster unfold in slow motion. Now, here I was, left to clean up the mess I had created. My hands trembled as I dressed. Every movement felt mechanical, like my body was moving on autopilot while my mind screamed at me to fix this. At one point, I thought about going to the office, pretending none of it happened. “He’s in the hospital now. The doctors will revive him. That’s their job,” I told myself. My legs felt shaky and
Marrissa's point of view Morgan made me walk all the way to the car, his heavy weight pressing down on me, even though his men offered to help, he refused "Leave her; she is fine," he said with that wicked smile of his, waving them off. I bit my tongue and trudged on, my legs trembling under the strain. When we finally got to the car, I reached for the handle, ready to slide into the passenger seat, but before I could, Morgan stopped me. His hand came down on my head, firmly pushing me away. "Where are you going?" he asked, his tone mocking. "I... I thought I would go with you," I stammered, my face burning. He scoffed. "No. You thought wrong, Marissa. You can find your way home." With that, he shut the door in my face, and the car sped off without another word. I stood there, frozen, humiliation washing over me like a tidal wave. For a moment, I could not move, could not think. Then, swallowing my pride, I flagged down a cab and made my way back to the mansion. The mome
Morgan's point of view I could not let her leave. Not like this. Something inside me twisted painfully when I saw Marissa and Glow fighting. I was furious, but for reasons I could not quite place. Seeing the anguish in her eyes and the bruises on her body... it did something to me. It hurt in ways I was not ready to admit. I cleared my throat and approached her. “I will take you to the hospital,” I whispered, my voice low. She pulled her arm away, her eyes filled with exhaustion and defiance. “I do not need your help, Morgan. I do not need your pity.” I pulled her closer to the door, I did not want Glow to hear our conversation.“This is not about pity. We need to make sure the baby is okay.” I said, clenching my jaw, struggling to remain patient.For a moment, she froze. Her eyes softened, then hardened again as she let out a bitter laugh. “Our baby? Now it’s our baby?” Her voice cracked. “You knew I was carrying your child, and yet you made me cook for you just so you could
Marrissa's point of view He was so close that I could feel his breath brushing against my lips. The air between us was filled with something raw, something I could not name but could feel deep in my chest. His dark eyes roamed from my eyes down to my lips, lingering there for a moment before meeting my gaze again. Then he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the curve of my ear as he whispered, his voice was low, rough, and devastatingly hot.“Please, kiss me.”My body responded immediately, as though it were a puppet and his voice the strings. My nipples tightened under the fabric of my shirt, and a wave of heat flowed through me, pooling low in my belly. My body screamed at me to close the space between us, to give in, to stop thinking entirely. I wanted this—I craved for his touch, for his caress ,for his huge penis digging deep into me. God Marrissa,is this you? My inner voice asked. Well, it was not jjust me. It was my hormones, definitely my pregnancy cravings had tur
Farrow’s point of view “My darling Glow!” I exclaimed, stretching my arms wide, feeling her warmth as she stepped toward me. Her face, however, stopped me cold. The smile I had prepared slide from my lips as I looked at the bruise blooming on her cheek, the faint cut at the corner of her mouth. Her hair was disheveled, and she moved like she was in painI grabbed her chin, tilting her head left and right, my voice rising with concern laced in irritation. “What the hell happened to you?” Glow’s eyes darkened, anger flashing in their depths. “It’s that stupid Marrissa,” she hissed, her voice trembling with barely suppressed fury. I stepped back, crossing my arms, my eyes darker as her words sank in. “What? Marrissa did this to you?” My lips curled in disgust at the thought. “Tell me you did worse to her, Glow. Tell me you did not let her get away with it.” Glow’s lips curled into a defiant smile, through her eyes betrayed her frustration. “Of course, I did more damage to her
Farrow’s point of view I heard a knock on my door and quickly put off my cigarette. I sprayed my room with a nice spray before opening the door.I was shocked to see my dad at the door , smiling like someone who had just been hit with a billionaire dollar contract.“What's up dad?” I asked.“Farrow, Farrow, my darling farrow, " he said, walking inside my room.For a second,I was shocked.I can not remember dad using such words for me except when he wanted to hook me up with some billionaire.“What's going on?” I said, looking at him weirdly.“You have brought me great joy.” He said, smiling broadly.He took me into his arms and hugged me, even rocking me like I was a little girl."Is everything alright?" I whispered."Of course, everything is perfect, thanks to you," he replied."And what exactly did I do?" I asked, still shock at his behavior."Everything I have always wanted and more," he replied.“With what you have accomplished, not only have you secured your future, you have als
Marrissa's point of view I jolted in fear when the room door flew open and Morgan stomped inside the room.My chest started beating heavily when I saw his dark eyes blazing with fury. He looked like a different person, like a monster on a mission, and I instinctively stepped back. But it didn’t matter. He closed the distance between us in two long strides and grabbed my wrist.My cry of pain only made him angrier and he pushed me toward the bed. “Morgan!” I screamed as fear enveloped me.“What the hell are you doing?” He did not answer. His silence was more terrifying than words. His hand on my wrist tightened as he shoved me onto the bed. I pushed him, trying to sit up, but he was on me in an instant, pinning me down with the full weight of his body. His hand reached for the buttons of my dress, and I thrashed beneath him. “Please, Morgan, do not do this!” I whispered, my voice trembling, tears pooling in my eyes. But he did not stop. His fingers moved quickly, ripping my
Morgan's point of view I parked my car in a hurry and went to the front door hoping to see Marrissa in the dining room or the sitting room, but none was there. I climbed up the stairs, taking it three steps at a time and went into my bedroom. Slamming the door open,I walked into the empty room.By this time, my chest was beating faster than normal not just from exertion, but from anger bubbling inside of me.“Why the hell is she not back?” I hissed to myself, pacing back and forth. My mind raced through every possibility, each one making me more angrier than the last. I pulled out my phone, punching in Marrissa's number. I wanted to call her, to demand an explanation, but a knot of frustration stopped me.The image of her with Jack Stone burned in my mind. Just the thought of her still being with him sent a wave of anger through my veins. I was about to hit the call button when I heard the sound of the front door creaking open.I turned and rushed to the staircase, looking over the
Morgan's point of view I sat in my car, looking at the entrance of the hotel, Marrissa and Jack were in for almost two hours.What the hell are they still doing inside, I thought for the millionth time in those two hours.Because of the hotel's policy, I could not go in, I had not made any reservation.By eight in the evening, I drove to one of my secret apartments, the same one my men had kept Glow.The tension in the room increased the moment I stepped in. I could see the shock on Glow's face. When she looked up at me, her shock turned into fear..She should be, because I was not smiling. There was no sign of warmth in my expression, just cold impatience."Start talking," I said, my tone sounding sharper, I went straight to the point. I had no time for games, no time for excuses. I want the truth, every word of it. That's what I came for, and I was not leaving without it.Glow stared at me, frozen in her seat. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. She was trembling, she closed her
Glow's point of view Jane and I stepped out of the house and the cool night air did nothing to calm the heat burning in our chest. Her car was parked a distance away from the house. Jane dug in her bag for her keys, and when she found it, dhe looked at me. "Ready?" she asked, her voice sounding low. I knew she was scared too.I have my plan in my head, but I wanted to be far off from Jane before accomplishing it. Her safety is very important to me at this point.So, I nodded. But before climbing into the car, I ran toward her, suddenly overcome with everything I wanted to say but had never been able to. Tears blurred my vision as the words tumbled out, raw and messy."Thank you. Thank you for everything. For staying by my side when I lost my sister, for giving me a home when I had none. I wanted so badly to repay you, Jane, but instead, I just brought more chaos into your life. I'm sorry." My voice broke on the last word, and I could not stop the tears from falling.Jane placed her
Glow's point of view I stood frozen in the door of the bathroom, my heart was beating in my chest as I watched Jane tremble. One of the men had his hand around her throat threatening her. I wanted to scream, to jump out and stop him, but fear pinned me in place. I had brought this trouble into Jane’s life. She did not deserve any of this, and now she was paying for my mistakes. My throat tightened, and hot tears fell down my cheeks.“You better talk, or you would not get to talk again. Where’s Glow?”The man snarled, shaking her violently.Jane’s hands shook as she raised them weakly. For a terrifying second, I thought she might point to the bathroom where I was hiding. My stomach twisted and intense heat rushed through my body immediately. Would she betray me? Where do I to from here? But then, to my relief and amazement, she pointed toward the door.“She left for work a few hours ago,” Jane said, her voice shaky but firm enough to sound believable.I let out a silent breath of rel
Glow's point of view "Jeez!” I screamed, falling off the chair I was sitting on. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear anything else. I held my chest, trying to catch my breath, as the sound of laughter filled the room. I turned around to find Jane, my best friend, bending over, laughing so hard she had to hold her stomach.“What the fuck did you do that for?” I shouted, still trying to steady myself. My pulse was racing, and I was half a second away from throwing something at her.“I’m sorry!” she said between fits of laughter. “But seriously, Glow, what were you thinking about? I have been standing here for nearly fifteen minutes, and you did not even notice me!”I sighed, brushing myself off as I stood from the ground. “You would not understand,” I said, avoiding her gaze. Jane stopped laughing, and her expression shifted into one of concern. She stepped closer to me, her voice sounding serious. “Come on. Talk to me. What’s going on?”I shook my head, feeling the we
Marrissa's point of view I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw Morgan’s car behind mine. I smiled faintly although I was boiling with anger inside of me. “Who does he think he is?” The thought irritated me to no end. He always acted as though he had the right to do whatever he pleased while expecting me to live within the boundaries he created. Men like Morgan infuriated me—their arrogance, their double standards. The truth was, I agreed to meet Jack tonight for two reasons. First, to apologize for Morgan’s disgraceful behavior at the party the other night. Jack did not deserve to be treated the way Morgan had treated him. And second? I wanted to pass the time. But now, knowing Morgan was following me, his desperation only made me more determined to lean into this—to follow through with the evening, maybe even enjoy myself a little. If he wanted to stalk me like a possessive fool, fine. Let him. I pulled into the driveway of the upscale hotel, parking smoothly in one of the va
Morgan's point of view My feet felt very heavy as I stood on the same spot, frozen, watching Marrissa walk away. Her words rang in my ears, sharp and cutting me deeply. My heart still hurts from the force of them. I refused to believe what she had just said. No, she could never have gone out with another man that night. It was not true. It could not be. But the look in her eyes, the calmness in her voice, told a story I was not ready to hear. My chest tightened, and I reached for my phone, wanting to solve this mystery immediately. I need an answer, an explanation that would keep me from going insane. If anyone could explain what was happening, it was Glow, she was right there and everything changed after I left her and Farrow in the party. So, I dialed her number. But there was no answer. I called again. Nothing. I tried a third time, and by now, frustration and anger was building like a storm inside me. Glow was avoiding me; that much was clear now. If she was not answering,