Marrissa's point of view "What did I just hear Morgan say? Did he just confess his hidden feelings for me and did the words I heard exactly come out of his mouth?""No, it can not be, Morgan Thornhill, my arrogant CEO and husband could not have just confessed he gets jealous when I'm close to another man."I tried to put my thoughts together, but his lips on mine made it difficult for me to even think properly.My body responded like it had been waiting for his touch for a long time.Damn, I felt betrayed by my own body.Morgan was kissing me like a passionate lover who had been away for a while, he was biting and nibbling on my lips. I reached for his hair, felt it between my fingers. He sighed into my mouth and his hands moved to my back He caressed my waist, rubbing his hands on my ass and molding it with force. I groaned and pulled away from the kiss. Our eyes connected, and I could have sworn I saw a flicker of something I had never seen in him before.He wanted to go further.
Morgan's point of view If someone had seen me running toward the hall, they might have assumed something—or someone—vicious was chasing me. The urgency in which I walked was not just physical; it was emotional. It was desperate. And honestly, I still can't wrap my head around it. I, Morgan Thornhill, was running just to be alone with Marrissa. The same Marrissa who had made me swear—in fact, I had sworn with everything in me, never to care for her, never to get involved with ,never to give a damn about her. And I had kept that vow. For a time, at least. But here I was, rushing to get my car keys so we could be alone together, I was running like my life depended on it. How did this happen? When did this emotion start? Truthfully, I do not know, and I do not care. What I do know—what I felt right now. And that is I have her every way inside me. In my mind, body, soul. Everywhere. She had become this insatiable presence I could not shake no matter how hard I tried. My journey to
Marrissa's point of view I stepped into the mansion and stood at the door, the silence of the place heavier than ever before. My legs felt weak, but I managed to make it to the living room. Dropping onto the couch, I held my phone like it was the last lifeline holding me together. I stared at it, willing it to ring. I dared it to buzz with a call, a text, something—anything from Morgan to explain, to apologize, to reduce the storm that was tearing through my chest. The minutes ticked by. The screen stayed dark. Each passing second felt like a blade slicing deeper into my heart. I pressed a hand to my chest, hoping to steady the ache that was overwhelming me, but it was no use. The tears came fast and hard, shaking me to my core. I could not remember the last time I cried this much. Not even when I lost my mom to cancer did I allow myself to break down like this. But tonight, it was different. The pain was raw and all-consuming, like every nerve in my body was on fire. I fe
Morgan's point of view I woke up to a pounding headache, the kind that made me feel like my brain was about to fall off my body. Groaning, I pressed my hands to my head, begging the pain to stop. “What the hell happened to me?” I whispered, struggling to sit up. My mouth was dry, my whole was body heavy. Then, I looked around, immediately I realized that something was wrong—seriously wrong. This was not my room. The walls were an unfamiliar pale gray, the furniture were sleek and somehow old design. I looked at the massive window that showed the morning sun and my heart skipped a beat. Where the hell was I? Adrenaline shot through me, cutting through the heavy fog in my head. Immediately moving my legs over the side of the bed, I stood up, ignoring the dizziness that threatened to pull me back down. My eyes moved around the room, looking for anything I could use as a weapon. A lamp, a chair, anything. “I think it's time to break someone's head,” I whispered. The door creak
Morgan's point of view I stood across from my dad, feeling the weight of his gaze piercing through me. My head was pounding, my thoughts were scattered, but I had to keep it together. I took a deep breath and finally spoke. “Dad, as crazy as this sounds, I have no idea how I ended up there,” I said, trying to sound convincing. He leaned back in his chair, his expression flat but his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, of course, Morgan. And because I’m such a gullible idiot, I’m supposed to believe you, right?” “Someone must have done something to my drink,” I said firmly. “The last thing I remember is telling Marrissa to wait outside while I went back in to get my car keys. After that…” My voice faltered as an unwelcome name floated into my mind. “Glow,” I whispered, the name like poison on my tongue. Dad’s raised an eyebrow. “Glow?” Ignoring him, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed her number. It rang and rang before going to voicemail. I tried again, and the same
Farrow’s point of view “Fool!” I said loudly the moment Morgan stepped out of my rented apartment. The words echoed in the room. I jumped on the bed and smiled, satisfied with everything that had happened.“Oh, Farrow Hudson, aren’t you just a genius?” I said to myself, laughing as I kicked my legs into the air like a child. The way I was feeling at that moment was intoxicating. Victory had a sweet flavor, and I was enjoying every drop.I crossed my legs and leaned back, letting the bed creak beneath me as I smiled to myself. I had outplayed them. and I had won. I planned it perfectly and it played out better than I had even imagined. I have perfectly worked my way into Morgan’s life—whether he wanted me there or not.I reached for my phone on the bedside table and scrolled through my contacts until I found the number I needed. My hired photographer. The man who had made my plan even more perfect.The call connected after a few rings.“You did a brilliant job,” I said smoothly, not w
Marrissa's point of view “Hey, Mar,” Molly’s concerned voice came through the phone,I could definitely hear the worry in her voice.“Hey, Mol,” I replied, trying to sound casual even though my heart was bleeding.“How are you holding up? I saw the news online and thought I should check on you,” she said.News? What news? I thought , but then my heart skipped a beat. Wait, did someone publish Morgan and Farrows pictures? I had not seen them yet, but I know that must be what Molly was referring to.“Oh,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “So it’s out, then.”“I’m here if you need someone to talk to,” Molly offered, her voice filled with kindness.“Thanks, Mol. I’ll stop by your place later today.”“I’ll be waiting. And please do not think too much of it, okay? You know it’s not your fault.”I smiled faintly, nodding my head. “I know, Mol. I’m fine, really. Thanks.” I said.“Okay, love,” she said softly and hung up.I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone was still in my hand and my brain to
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,
Farrow's point of view The night air felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just me. I stood a few steps away from the gates of Morgan’s mansion, wrapping my arms around my body.After Morgan threw me out of the mansion, his guards had stationed themselves at the gate, making sure I had no way of getting in, but I smiled, if only they knew who they were dealing with.Morgan must have thought his words and actions would break me. He thought I would run away, hide from shame and humiliation.But he didn’t know me at all.I am not the kind of woman who gave up. I am Farrow. And I am going to get everything I want, everything I deserve. Especially the Thornhill name. That name isnt just a symbol; it was name that brings security, power, and a life of luxury. A life I am meant to have.I rested a hand on my flat stomach, it is flat for now, but it would not be forever. How I intend to go about it is still a mystery to me but hat part didn’t matter yet. What mattered was that tonight, I
Morgan's point of view I sensed trouble the moment I saw Farrow walk into the hall. It was not just the way she carried herself, all poised and confident, as if she had just won some grand victory, it was the look in her eyes. A dangerous glow in her eyes told me she was up to no good.But nothing could have prepared me for the utter nonsense she spewed out next. "Pregnant," she had said, smiling like she just made a happy announcement. And just like that, everyone in the hall became confused. As for me, I almost laughed. No, I actually did laugh. A bitter, humorless sound that barely made it past my lips before anger flooded in. I would never father a child with Farrow Hudson. The very idea was disgusting. Unthinkable. Especially not now that everything is fine with me and Marrissa.But the scary thing is, even as my mind screamed that it was not possible, a whisper of doubt crawled its way into my thoughts. What if—just what if—she was telling the truth? I shook my head v
Farrow's point of view The hall suddenly fell into a suffocating silence, one that shocked me.Just some moments ago, there had been soft music playing, everyone was chattering happily, and some were even making toast, clinking their glasses gently, but now… nothing, everyone just looked sad and worried. Every eye was on me. Some wide with shock, others narrowed in disbelief, and a few whispering behind cupped hands.I felt the weight of their stares pressing down on me, but I didn’t understand why.I laughed loudly, the sound of my laughter hollow in the quiet hall. “What?” I asked, raising my hands slightly, as if the answer would materialize out of thin air. “Why is everyone looking at me like that?”No one responded. The silence dragged on.“Why is everyone sad?” I asked again, my voice rising just a little. “This is supposed to be good news, not… not whatever this is. Why are you all staring at me like I just said something awful?”Still nothing, no one responded. “Okay,” I s
Morgan's point of view I was surprised to see dad’s call early the next morning. “Good morning dad”, “Morning son, where are you?” *Am at home ”,what's up?" I asked. "There is an important project I want us to discuss now, I was you to come over this morning ”, dad said. “Can't we discuss it some other time?”, I asked. “No”, he replied immediately.“Okay, I'll be on my way, but please I need it to be brief, I promised to stay with Marrissa today”, I said before ending the phone. I sat for a moment wondering “why dad didn't wish me a happy birthday," has he forgotten about my birthday? “ I scrolled through my messages and no message came from anyone.Anyways, Marrissa gave be the most wonderful birthday gift already, one that surpasses anything anyone could give me. I smiled as my mind went back to all Marrissa said and did yesterday. I couldn't help but smile again,” I'm the luckiest of all men”, I said standing up to get ready. By the time I got to my dad's house it was alr
Marrissa's point of view I slept like a baby in Morgan's hand. My heartbeat was matching his, I felt so blessed being loved by a name like him. I woke up in the morning and looked at myself in the mirror, the necklace hanging on my neck was so beautiful, “I'm sure he spent a fortune on this”, I thought to myself. I looked at the engagement ring and smiled. “I can't wait to show it off at work”, I whispered. The buzz of my phone startled me. It was a message from Kathy. “Oh shoot !I need to get back to the mansion. It was the day before his birthday party and the decoration of his house would begin very early tomorrow. I went downstairs and saw him in the kitchen. I stood at a corner watching him cook. “It's lovely watching you cook”, I said walking towards him. “Hey darling, Good morning, " he said , pecking my check. "Hope your night was splendid?" , he asked. "Very” , I said smiling."So Morgan, I was thinking we should spend the day at home, I would ike to host you today”.
Morgan's point of view I suspected something was going on, the excitement surrounding Marrissa was something else. I asked her what her excitement was about, and with a smiling face she said nothing. Of course, I didn't believe her, I saw her on a number of occasions discussing with Kathy and Siri, always whispering and giggling. I asked Kathy and Siri what's going on, and they said nothing was going on. I gave up. So that afternoon, I took my phone and dialed a number. “Hello Mark”. “Hello Mr Thornhill”, he replied on the other line. “Is my baby ready for pickup”, I asked. “All set sir.” “Okay, I'll be right there”. Taking my keys, I drove to Imperial valley. “Good afternoon Mr Thornhill”, the secretary greeted, smiling seductively. “Hey Jane, how's work?”, I said, walking into Mark's office. We shook hands and I sat on a chair facing him. “Your baby is ready and I must say she is dazzling to behold”. I smiled, “I can't wait to see her”, I said. “Did you put the stuff I asked f
Marrissa's point of view The ride back home was a joyfull one. Morgan would not keep his mouth shut, he kept talking in excitement about how surprised he is.“You deserve it son,” Mr Thornhill said and I nodded.He thank me for the millionth time that evening.When we got to Morgan's mansion, Mr Thornhill took me aside and whispered something in my ears.”We need to give Morgan a surprise birthday party soon, he has a lot to celebrate. I leave you to organize everything”, he said before his driver drove off. I got so excited, I'm going to organize a very big surprise party for my love,I thought. I couldn't get to sleep as my mind raced with everything I needed to do to make Morgan's birthday party a big celebration.The next day,I got to work and immediately got to the office.I made a list of everything I'll need for the occasion. During lunch, I told Katie and Siri about my plan. They were excited to be involved in the plan. On our drive home, Morgan kept asking me what was excit
Farrow's point of view I wiggled my legs in joy, holding my wine glass high.“Congratulations to us,” I said, dancing in joy.Morgan just won the WBA award and that makes us automatically richer.“Oh yeah,” I danced, watching him go up the stage to get the award.“Go baby,” I screamed. And there he was, my Morgan Thornhill, standing tall and powerful, accepting the award on behalf of Thornhill Enterprises. His suit was sharp, and his presence alone was commanding.But suddenly,my happy mood turned sour, bitter even.But it wasn’t Morgan that made my blood boil. It was a name he just called.Marrissa. What! Why the fuck does he need her on stage.Why praise her, she is a goddamn secretary,she is doing her job.I can't understand this.She stood by his side, her arm looped through his like she belonged there — like she was the one meant to stand next to him in that moment of victory. She smiled up at him, her wide and stupid mouth, like a mindless sheep just happy to be petted. I c
Marrissa's point of view Today is the big day.The day we have all been waiting for. The WBA ceremony.Of course I looked my best as usual. Okay scratch that, but I did look beautiful thanks to Morgan.We rode together as a family, I, Morgan and Mr Thornhill in one of his limousines.Morgan held my hand all through the drive and he kept stealing glances at me and anytime our eyes met he winks at me.I blushed in embarrassment, feeling like a high school girl again.We got to the venue right in time for the red carpet.The red carpet shined beneath my heels,it was like a river of scarlet that seemed to stretch endlessly ahead. Cameras flashed, reporters murmured while moving everywhere, the entire air buzzed with that familiar mix of excitement and tension.The WBA ceremony is not an ordinary award ceremony. It is an event when the most powerful companies in the industry fought not just for recognition, but for dominance. And yet, as I stepped onto the carpet, I felt every eye shift