Marrissa's point of view Morgan's smle made me even more angry, he was so happy like he had just delivered the winning blow in some cruel, one-sided game. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching me, waiting for a reaction. I knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to break me. He wanted to see me cry or beg, to fold under the pressure of his arrogance. But I would die before I gave him that satisfaction. I rose from my chair, keeping my face blank. Not a single tear would fall in front of him. I would rather beg a stranger on the street than let him see me weak. Without another word, I stomped out of his office, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the glass panel. On my way out, I shoved Glow, his perfectly tiny slut disguised as his new secretary.She barely wobbled, smiling up at me as though she found my anger amusing. That smile made me want to scream. By the time I reached my office, my legs were shaking. I collapsed into my chair, burying my face in my hands
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 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