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Morgan's point of view I sat in my car, smiling like an idiot. I could not help it. What had just happened in Marrissa’s house was beyond my wildest expectations. I had just had the time of my life.But then, like a disapproving parent, my inner voice spoke up. “Really, Morgan? You just slept with the woman you swore you would never touch. Great job sticking to your principles.”The truth was, from the moment Marrissa opened that door, I lost all my morals. That dress, that body—it was like she had stepped out of a fantasy. Her cleavage, the way her nipples teased me just enough to make me lose my damn mind, and the scent of her perfume that lingered between us... I was done for. My penis had been screaming for her since that moment.Every thought in my head was focused on that first time we had been together—how electric it had been. My mind kept replaying it, craving the chance to relive it, and tonight, I did. But this time, it was even better.It had been so intense, I do not kno
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Marrissa's point of view I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. My eyes refused to stay shut, and my mind would not stop racing. My hands ran over my body absentmindedly, still filled with the sensations from earlier. What had happened between Morgan and me was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was not just good—it was fire. Nothing I had ever imagined, and certainly nothing I have seen in movies.Of course, he had to ruin it with that arrogant mouth of his. Typical Morgan. Still, I could tell he enjoyed it just as much as I did, no matter what he said. A small smile crept onto my lips despite myself. Maybe this marriage would not be as unbearable as I had feared. Maybe I would not end up killing Morgan after all.The alarm clock jolted me out of my thoughts. I turned my head, staring at the glowing numbers. Morning already? screamed. I dragged myself out of bed, feeling groggy and disoriented. After a quick breakfast, I heard a knock at the door. My stomach sank. Wh
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Morgan's point of view My fashion designer arrived immediately after my meeting with my maids. Good morning sir, I have everything set for your wedding, he said.I nodded, gesturing him to my ante room, where I intended to get dressed.He adjusted the tailored suit he had made for me, polished my shoes until they shone like a mirror and even picked out the wristwatch that would complement my look. I stood still as he worked, letting him fasten the cufflinks and smooth out any invisible imperfections.Everything was flawless. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, clean-cut and sharp, but there was something I had not noticed until I caught the designer's gaze in the mirror. He was smiling—no, smirking at me, like he had just heard an inside joke I was not in on.“What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.“Nothing, sir,” he replied, his smile lingering.“Why are you smiling like that?” My irritation was beginning to bubble to the surface.“I’m sorry, sir,” he said, but his tone was
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Marrissa's point of view “Marissa!” Molly screamed, her voice loud and full of excitement as usual, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw me. She froze for a second. “Whoa. You look absolutely beautiful! Damn, I almost could not recognize you.”“Oh, stop it, Mol,” I said, trying to wave her off, though I could feel the blush creeping up my neck.She was not done, of course. Her gaze shifted, and she immediately locked eyes on Jason, who was standing by the side with a faint, amused smile. Molly’s eyed me, curiosity written on her face.“Oh, Mol, this is Jason,” I said quickly, gesturing toward him. “My childhood friend, Jason.”Her eyebrows shot up, and before I could stop her, she blurted out, “Jason? Like Jason? The one you used to have a crush on?”I felt my stomach drop. “God, Molly!” I hissed, feeling the heat spread to my face. I wanted to disappear right then and there. Trust Molly to say whatever pops into her head.I shot her a deadly glare, but she just laughed loudly, cl
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Marrissa's point of view I turned to walk the other way, but Farrow was there again, stepping into my path like she had been waiting for this moment all her life. That stupid smile of hers stretched across her face, triumphant and taunting, like she had just won an award.“If you have got something to say, then spill it out,” I snapped. “Stop wasting my time.”Farrow folded her arms, bringing her head closer to me as she slowly looked at me, from the top of my head to my shoes, taking her time as if she wanted me to feel every second of her judgment.“Are you done?” I asked, my tone clipped. “Good. Now get the hell out of my way.”“You do look a little more... human, I must say.” Her smirk widened. “Amazing what money can do—it makes even rags look brand new.”I froze for a moment, trying to keep my composure. “Excuse you?”“Oh, do not act surprised,” she said, her voice syrupy with mockery. “Isn’t that what all this is about? Trying to get a taste of the Thornhill fortune?”“You m
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Morgan's point of view I forced my legs to move, each step feeling heavier than the last. My hands trembled at my sides, but I refused to let them clench into my fists, no matter how badly I wanted to hit something—or someone. The hardest part, though, was holding my tongue, keeping all the venomous words racing in my mind, locked behind my teeth. I could not afford to lose control. Not yet. Not here.Farrow stopped a few steps ahead, sensing my presence. She turned to face me, her lips curving into that sly, seducing smile she always wore when she thought she was in control. Her eyes danced with the confidence of someone who believed she had already won.“What’s your next plan now, Morgan?” she asked, her tone as casual as if we were discussing the weather. “What do you mean?” I replied evenly. “Going on with the wedding, of course.”Her expression twisted, disbelief spreading across her face. “What? You are still going to marry that whore?” she spat the word like poison, her voic
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Marrissa's point of view I watched Morgan walk away, his shoulders so stiff , his face tense and I just could not hold back my tears anymore. They flowed freely now, no longer restrained by the false composure I had worn all day. But it was not just the fact that he was leaving me behind that broke me—it was how he left. Even when he was beside me, he felt distant. His voice when saying the vows had been so strained, like he was forcing the words iut of his mouth, the words were so cold. The way his eyes had looked at me when he lifted my veil—it was so full of disgust, and calling me a shameless whore broke me into many pieces.If only he would listen. Just listen to my explanation. But Morgan Thornhill was definitely not the kind of man who entertained explanations.“Well, Marissa,” you need to make him hear you,” my inner voice whispered.I swallowed hard and nodded to myself. Yes, I needed to find a way. No matter how impossible it seemed, I had to get through to him. “Mad
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Marrissa's point of view A thought suddenly crossed my mind, and I hurried downstairs, my heart beating with urgency.I could not afford to waste any time, though the dimly lit corridors of the house seemed to conspire against me. Twice, I ended up in the wrong hallway, frustration bubbling up with every wrong turn. “Where is it?” I whispered under my breath, turning another corner only to see the same ornate painting for the third time. “What the hell?” I almost screamed loudly.“Madam?” I turned to see Clara, the head maid, standing a few feet away. Her stern but kind face softened as she saw my frustrated look. “Thank God,” I sighed, walking up to her. “Clara, I need your help.” “With what?” she asked, her brows knitting together. “Should you not be resting, Madam?” “I can not rest right now,” I said quickly. “I have a plan. Something important.” I hesitated for a moment, then said, “I want to cook dinner for Morgan.” Her eyes widened. “Cook dinner?” she repeated, as
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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
