Morgan's point of view I saw Marrissa walk into the room, and for a moment, I couldn’t think straight. She looked... stunning. Her dress was glued to her body in a way that highlighted every curve, every detail of her perfect figure. She was not only beautiful—she was magnetic, the kind of beauty that demanded attention and got it. But then our eyes met, and just like that, the spell was broken. I frowned, unsure of where the sudden irritation came from. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, so poised and confident, as though she knew the power she held and enjoyed showing it off. Something about her confidence rubbed me the wrong way. Dinner began, and Dad wasted no time getting to the point. “Morgan,” he said, his voice steady and commanding, “this arrangement is for the best. Marrissa understands that, and I expect you to as well.” I gritted my teeth, trying to respond in a way that did not come off as outright defiance. “Dad, don’t you think this is a bit—” “Enou
Marrissa's point of view I woke up feeling sluggish, and unusually heavy, the kind of heaviness that crept into my bones and refused to let go. Pregnancy, I thought bitterly, was no joke. I rolled over in bed, groaning as I tried to find a comfortable position. My hand moved absentmindedly to my stomach, tracing the gentle curve that had only recently begun to show. “Is it not too early for this?” I murmured, staring at my belly as though the baby could hear me. “Take it easy on me, kid. I have got a bigger baby to deal with already.” The bigger baby, of course, is Morgan. By noon, I was still trying to shake off the sluggishness in me when my phone buzzed with a notification. " I want to see you in my office now," the message read. I sighed, dragging myself out of my chair. When I stepped into his office, he barely looked up from the papers he was reviewing. Typical of him, his arrogance is something you see even before his clothes.“Did you get my message yesterday?” he as
Marrissa's point of view.I sat at the table with Morgan and his so-called client, Farrow Hussion.If I knew she was the one we were meeting today, God knows I would not have bothered to come here. Imagine going all through the stress I went through today just to sit with Morgan and his lover.Farrow sat looking like a shinning mirror with all the glitter she wore. I felt it made her look more like a doll than a person.She kept laughing at every word Morgan said, and smiled like a puppy in the heat, and her hand never left Morgan’s arm. My head was blazing with anger, but I kept my cool, watching them interact like lovers. I shifted in my seat, trying to ignore the feeling of being completely out of place. “What am I even doing here?” I whispered under my breath, mostly to myself. Morgan glanced at me but did not say a word. He continued his hushed conversation with Farrow, their heads bent toward each other, as though I was invisible. “Oh, I see,” I said louder this time, my v
Morgan's point of view My stomach turned with excitement the moment Marrissa walked into the lounge. I had been waiting for this, for her. She looked exactly how I wanted her to—frustrated, exhausted, defeated. Her usually proud shoulders dropped under the weight of whatever had worn her down. Her face was pale, and her steps dragged. My plan worked perfectly. I had given her the most convoluted directions possible, a route designed to drain her. And clearly, it had done the job.“One to zero,” I whispered under my breath, a small smirk tugging at my lips as I watched her approach the table. But the satisfaction did not last long. The moment she opened her mouth to speak, she destroyed whatever victory I thought I had won. Her words were precise, cutting, each one delivered with an edge sharp enough to slice through steel.“Next time, maybe try being honest about directions instead of playing petty games. It would save us both some trouble,” she said coolly, her tone filled with
Marrissa's point of view I went inside the house with mixed feelings. My thoughts were a tangled mess. How did Morgan even know where I lived? My doorstep was the last place I expected to see him, and his sudden appearance had left me unsettled. I could not shake the sight of him, standing there, I felt I no longer had a hiding place. “Is everything okay?” Jason’s voice pulled me back to reality. “Yes,” I replied quickly, maybe too quickly. Jason tilted his head and gave me a skeptical look, that familiar teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Sure? You are looking a little… spooked.” “I’m fine.” To lighten the mood, Jason cracked a joke—something dumb about the time we almost got locked out of our home in the middle of winter. I laughed loudly, too loudly, like I was trying to prove a point. Morgan was still at the door, and I wanted him to hear me. I wanted him to know that I was fine, happy even. Jason, as always, noticed everything but let it slide. He k
Marissa's point of view Jason had been blunt with me, and as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Marrying Morgan would not solve anything. If anything, it would compound the problems we already have. I sat in my office, thinking about everything that happened between Jason and I last night. I could not stop thinking about him. I have always loved him like a brother, but now that we are adults, and hearing him confess his love for me turned me in a different direction. I began to feel something else, something different, and I thought maybe he was the perfect man for me. I stood up with a resolved determination, walking confidently towards Morgan's office.His office was as sterile as it always had been. He was busy, walking on his laptop when I went in.I dropped his car keys on his desk, making sure to create a sound. “Here are your keys,” I said.Morgan didn’t even look up. His eyes stayed glued to his laptop screen, fingers typing as if his life depended on it. Not a fli
Morgan's point of view I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, both literally and figuratively. I felt grumpy, irritable, and completely on edge. The maids, unfortunately, caught the brunt of my frustration as I snapped at them for no good reason. They looked startled but said nothing, quickly running away to avoid my outburst. I could not blame them—I do not even know why I was acting this way.The truth was, I barely slept last night. Marrissa and her strange, sudden request had been on my mind, keeping me wide awake. Her words played in an endless loop in my head, making no sense no matter how many times I tried to piece them together.Why had she changed her mind so suddenly? What was her angle? What was she planning?On any other day, I would have been happy at the thought of escaping someone like her. If she wanted out, that was a win for me. But this time, it did not feel like a win. First, It felt... off. It was her timing, her shot—like she was in control of everythin
Marrissa's point of view I could not be more grateful to Jason. The person he contacted processed my travel plans so quickly it left me speechless. On top of that, Jason arranged for me to stay in his family’s house until I got a job and could afford my own place. Everything seemed to be falling perfectly into place. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe. I was finally going to be free—free from Morgan and his father, free to live life the way I wanted. But as I folded my clothes into my suitcase, a pang of doubt crept in. Was I doing the right thing for my child? The question stopped me cold. My hands moved over the half-packed suitcase. Was I selfish in running away? Would my child resent me someday for depriving her of a father’s care and support? For a brief moment, the possibility of staying flashed through my mind. But then, as quickly as it came, reality shoved it aside. The father in question was Morgan Thornhill. Morgan, who treated everyone like
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