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2025-02-09 23:45:16
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Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees Ready to fight
Marrissa's point of view I remained silent as Morgan's words went through my body. I guess at that time, I really did not understand the full weight of the situation until Mr. Thornhill spoke again, his voice sounding very firm now. “Marrissa, let me explain what’s really going on here.” He said, looking deeply into my eyes and for the first time, I saw that he was really disappointed in me. “Not only does Jack now have access to confidential matters regarding the company, but he’s also stolen our idea for the WBA. If we submit the same project, we would be disqualified indefinitely because he will claim we stole it from him. And if we do not submit anything at all, not only will we lose the chance to win, but our company’s reputation will suffer. Our value, our status, everything we have worked hard to get would be destroyed.” I froze after hearing his statement. “No, No, no, no.” Oh God.” “Jack had stolen the project?” I blinked severally, my mind racing back to that night
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-10Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees Confronting Jack Stone
Marrissa's point of view I left Mr Thornhill's mansion and walked to my car with a bitter mission. Jack Stone would learn that not all women could be manipulated or played with.I ignited my car engine and drove to his office. Good thing he gave me his card during the Governor's party. I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white and my foot pressed harder on the gas as I sped toward Stone Enterprises. My heart was beating like a war drum, and my mind replayed every single mistake that led me here. “How could I have been so blind? I trusted Jack so much that I let my guard down.” Jack had played me. Used me. Stolen from me. And now, I was going to make him regret it.I barely noticed the blur of streetlights flashing past me. Rage burned hot in my veins, sharper than anything I had felt before. I was not even this angry when Morgan threw my things out of the penthouse, or even when he looked me in the eyes and called me a betrayal.No, this was different.In Mor
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-11Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees A battle begins
Marrissa's point of view The tension between Jack and I was so intense that if anyone had come into the office at that time, he or she might have been burnt by the heat of it.Jack sat behind his big mahogany desk, looking at me like a cat eyeing a mouse it had already trapped. His expression showed his confidence, and arrogance.Finally, after a long pause, he leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Well, unfortunately, you can not prove anything,” he said. I shook my head, looking at him. “You think so?” He gave me that stupid smile of his, the one he probably used to charm investors and manipulate women who did not know any better. “No one would believe the word of a mere secretary against Jack Stone, the CEO of—” “Oh, cut the crap,” I snapped, rolling my eyes. “I know you have a habit of manipulating and stealing from innocent people, but you picked the wrong person this time.” His smile turned into a frown, just for a second. That small crack in his confidence was all I
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-12Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees Fighting against time
Marrissa's point of view My alarm rang loudly, blaring through the silence of my room. I groaned, reaching out blindly to silence it, but I knew I could not afford even a minute of extra sleep. I had three days—just three days—to put together a solid project for the WBA and submit it before the deadline. Dragging myself out of bed, I moved on autopilot, showering and dressing as quickly as possible. Even though I was very tired,I pushed myself through it. I had no choice. By the time I went downstairs, Mr. Thornhill was already seated at the dining table, he was holding a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other hand. He looked up as I walked in, and he was surprised to see me downstairs so early. "You are up early," he said, setting the newspaper down. "Are you going to the office this early?" "Yes, sir," I replied, grabbing my bag. "I have a lot to do." His sharp gaze lingered on me for a moment, like he wanted to say something, but then he just nodded. "Go
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-12Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees A wakeup call
Morgan's point of view I was angry at Marrissa, imagine her submitting a project for the WBA, as what exactly?After eating with my rival, she is trying to take a seat with me? How funny.She has been with my father for almost a week now and even though the house felt empty without her, I still did want her close to me. I can't see myself forgiving her, at least not yet.The sudden, piercing scream outside my office sent a chill through me bringing me out of my thoughts. I froze, as my pen slipped out from my fingers. What is going on? Is the building collapsing? Or there is a fire, or worse a terrorist attack?So many questions ran through my mind as I got up and walked to the door.Before I got to the door, it burst open. One of my employees stumbled inside, her face pale with panic. She gasped for breath, gripping the edge of the door frame as if it was the only thing keeping her from fainting."Sir! Sir!" Her voice was trembling and her wide eyes filled with tears. I stif
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-12Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees Could not let go
Morgan's point of view By the time I finished adding some adjustments to Marrissa’s project and submitted it, I was already ten minutes past the deadline.I leaned back in my chair, and rubbed my temples in frustration and sadness.I felt it was too late. Too late for everything. This was all my fault. If I had just listened to her that day she came to my office with her project, if I had put aside my anger for just a moment, we could have worked on it together. We would have had plenty of time to finish it properly and submit it on time. But I had not listened. I had let my pride get in the way, and now we were paying for it.I sighed and closed my eyes, even now all I could see was her lying on the floor, unconscious.My chest tightened at the picture. That image had been burned into my mind since I came out of the hospital. She had almost lost her child. My child.The weight of that truth sat heavy on my shoulders making me feel guilty.I sat for almost an hour, trying to concentr
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-13Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees Acting cold but scared deep within
Marrissa's point of view I woke up to the sound of heavy breathing and the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air. My eyelids were heavy and my body sore, but the warmth around my hand was the first thing I noticed. I turned my head slightly and saw Morgan. He rested his head on the edge of my hospital bed, his dark hair slightly disheveled..What surprised me the most is his large hands wrapped around my own, holding me like he was afraid I would disappear if he let go. For a few seconds, I just stared at our hands. Morgan Thornhill does not act like this. He didn’t hold hands. He didn’t stay by bedsides.Especially not at this time when he sees me as his enemy. I tried to pull my hand away from his hand without waking him, but it didn't work out the way I had planned. My slight movement made him stir, but his hand didn't let go of my hand, instead he tightened his grip on me before his eyes opened wide. He blinked a couple of times before turning to look at me. “He
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-14Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees My baby, my ticket
Farrow's point of view My dad’s death has shattered me in ways I can not explain. It was not just the grief that came with his passing that hurt me, it was the financial imbalance that followed. That was what truly broke me. The next day after dad was buried, everything began to crumble. His businesses, his assets, his properties, everything was frozen by the police. They shut it all down in the name of an investigation, locking me out of the life I had always known. Some of Dad’s so-called friends had given me money, but it was nothing compared to having control of everything at your disposal. I was not the one pulling the strings anymore. I was not the daughter of a powerful man—I was just an ordinary girl with no wealth, no influence, and soon, no option than to work just to survive. I shook my head, rejecting the very thought. I can never work just to survive, besides I have no skill whatsoever so who would employ someone like me.And do you know my maids left even before da
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-15
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Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees A moment of peace
Marrissa's point of view The silence in the room stretched down a long time, and my mind would not stop racing. The tension between us was indescribable. I stared at the amber liquid inside the bottle, swirling it slowly. I knew he was shocked to hear me talk about bullies. Anyone who knows me now without hearing my story would think I have always been this outspoken and bold Hell, there were times I didn't want morning to come because I was too scared to go to school.“I was bullied in school,” I said, not really intending to—but the words had already started. “I was that fat girl. The one people whispered about in hallways and laughed at during gym class. Boys used to pretend to flirt with me as a joke.”Morgan's brows drew together, his lips parted slightly. But I continued before he could say anything.“I hated myself. Every inch of my body was annoying to me. So one day I stopped eating. I went on some insane diet I found online. I nearly collapsed at school twice. I passed ou
Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees Drinking away the tension
Morgan's point of view I walked around the room, hating the silence between me and Marrissa, hating myself more for ruining what would have been a perfect union.Marrissa stood on the far end of the room, her arms crossed tight over her chest, refusing to look at me. And really, could I blame her? I had messed up again. She had every right to be furious, but something about the weight of her silence, the way she did not even want to fight anymore, made my chest ache in a way I didn’t know how to stop.I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated and feeling helpless. As I walked further into the room, my eyes caught a cabinet in the corner. I walked over and opened it. Inside it was a full bottle of whiskey standing tall like some forgotten souvenir from a better time.“Perfect,” I whispered. “At least this would lighten the mood.”I grabbed it and twisted the cap off with more force than necessary, and slowly walked over to Marrissa. I sat down near her, not close enough to invade her s
Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees Locked in
Marrissa's point of view I held the doorknob, needing to get out of that room, away from Morgan, away from the mess of emotions churning inside me. I twisted it hard to the left. Nothing happened. I turned it to the right. Still nothing.I frowned and tried again, this time with more force. The knob did not budge.“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath, refusing to believe it. I twisted and pulled, shook the door, hit the panel with the side of my hand. It did not move. “What the fuck!” I yelled, my voice bouncing off the quiet room. I smacked the door with both hands, as the frustration in me increased.Morgan was standing behind me, watching with an irritating calm. “You may have locked it from the outside,” he said.I turned sharply to face him, fuming. “Are you serious right now?” My arms were crossed tightly across my chest. I was seriously holding back the urge to scream. “Did you do this?”He shrugged, and that annoyed me more than anything. His nonchalant attitude made m
Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees The moment of truth
Marrissa's point of view Mr Thornhill gave a wonderful speech after the first dance. Morgan looked at me and smiled, then, without a word, he took my hand.The moment he took my hand and led me away from the glowing ballroom, I did not resist. Not because I was still not mad. Oh no, I was furious, but something in his touch made it hard to pull away.His fingers were warm, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.We walked in silence through the quiet hallway, away from the music and laughter. I did not ask where we were going. I didn’t really care. I needed a moment to breathe, to escape all the people congratulating him, calling him “Son of a governor,” like he was royalty. And me—just standing there, smiling politely while he introduced me to everyone as his wife.Wife.I pinched him the first time he said it, hoping it was a mistake. A slip of the tongue, maybe. But he kept doing it. Over and over. “This is my wife, Marrissa.” Like it was the most natural thing in the world.We s
Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees The party
Marrissa's point of view I took my time preparing for the event. Not only because I wanted to impress Morgan and everyone else at Mr Thornhill celebratory, but also because tonight, more than anything, I wanted to feel confident. I wanted to be in control.The deep emerald gown I chose clung to my body in all the right places. It was off-shoulder, with a tasteful slit and a cascading train that followed like a whisper behind me. My hair was styled into a sleek low bun, a few curled strands framing my face. I kept my jewelry simple—just a pair of diamond studs and a thin bracelet that caught the light when I moved.After one last glance in the mirror, I drew in a deep breath. I told myself I was beautifully ready.But nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me the moment I stepped downstairs.Morgan stood at the bottom of the staircase, dressed in a black velvet tuxedo that looked as if it had been tailored just for him. His hair was slicked back neatly, and the glin
Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees Party preparation
Morgan's point of view It was two days to the celebratory party and the mansion felt more alive than usual. Florists walked in and out with different arrangements of flowers. Catering staff bustled in the kitchen, and the faint sound of jazz floated through the hallway from the audio team doing a sound check. Preparations for the celebratory party were in full swing, and somehow, I found myself stuck with Marrissa.Not that I was complaining, far from it. But working this closely with her almost madee insane with want for her.She moved around with quiet control, clipboard in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed in focus as she coordinated the team setting up the ballroom. Her voice was soft, yet firm commanded attention without effort. There was something magnetic about watching her work. It reminded me why she had impressed my father, why she had once captivated me, and why—despite everything—I can not to stay away from her.“Are you going to help or just stand there pretending
Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees Unfinished Business
Morgan's point of view After our meeting with the event planner, Marrissa started to avoid me. Again.I had spent the last thirty minutes searching for her in my father’s mansion, only to be met with empty rooms and dead silence. It was driving me insane.I wasn’t used to this—chasing.I wasn’t used to needing something and not getting it.And yet, here I was, pacing the hallways like a damn lunatic, my heart pounding harder with every empty space I found.Finally, I found her in the garden.She was sitting on a stone bench, with her arms wrapped around herself. She was staring at the fountain like it held the answers to the universe. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over her skin, making her look almost beautiful.She didn’t hear my footsteps as I got closer to her, or maybe she just pretended not to. Either way, I took the moment to study her. The way her shoulders were tense. The way her fingers curled around the fabric of her dress, like she was trying to hold herself fr
Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees A dangerous game
Marrissa's point of view As I watched Morgan walk away, I let out a slow, frustrated sigh, pressing my fingers against my temples. “I was supposed to be gone by now,” I whispered to myself.After my ice-cream date with Molly, I took time to think about what Molly said, and I concluded she was right. I couldn't stay here, I shouldn't. I had spent the remainder of the day planning my escape—carefully going over every detail to make sure no one, especially Morgan, would find me. I was ready. So sure that by this time the next day, I would be far away from Paris, far away from Morgan and everything about him, far away from my past.But now? Now I was stuck.I flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. How did I let this happen?I wasn’t stupid—I knew staying, even for a few days, was dangerous. Not just because of Morgan’s unpredictable nature but because of my own heart.I sighed again, rolling onto my stomach, hugging a pillow to my chest. I just need to get throu
Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees Holding on to her
Morgan's point of view I barely remember the drive back to my father’s mansion. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary and my foot pressed harder on the gas pedal than was safe. My mind was a mess, tangled between fear and hop Marrissa had to be there. “It's possible she went back to Dad's mansion to rest. She could have gotten tired of the serene at the hotel and wanted a change of environment.” That thought was the only thing that kept me sane.As soon as I pulled up, I didn’t even bother parking properly. I flung the car door open and ran into the house. My heart pounded against my ribs as I took the stairs two at a time, my only thought being, “please let her be here.” I reached her door and pushed it open without knocking. And the emptiness inside her room hit me hard.The sight of the neatly made bed and untouched belongings sent a sharp wave of panic through me. I called her again, pressing the phone to my ear, my pulse hammering. Still no reply. I
