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Goodbye Morgan
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The universe certainly loves me. No, really, I must have done something good in my previous life to be this favored. Just look at what's going on with Marrissa and Morgan, everything I want is falling into place even without me lifting a finger. This calls for a celebration,” I said, walking to my wine cabinet.I turned on the music, the sultry notes of a jazz melody filling my dimly lit apartment. A glass of wine swirled in my hand, the deep red liquid catching the glow of the chandelier above. My lips curled into a victorious smile as I swayed my hips, moving to the rhythm. This was my moment. When Morgan threw me out of his house, I was devastated. I had truly thought I lost my chance, that he would never look at me again. Oh, how I had wept, cursing him, cursing Marrissa, cursing the cruel fate that had ripped my future from me. But now? Now, I would become priceless. The Thornhills would beg at my feet for my forgiveness. They would plead for me to come back, to restor
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Marrissa's point of view I tried to escape to my room after dinner but Andre stopped me. He stretched out his hand and held mine. With my back against him, I almost cried, I wanted to run away as fast as possible to avoid the continuation of the discussion we had during dessert.“Marrissa,” he called me softly and I turned to face him. “Come, take a stroll with me,” he said. I raised an eyebrow. “ At this time, isn’t it late? Besides, you need to rest, you just came out from a journey.” He scoffed. “Trust me, this is the best time for a walk. And I don’t need any rest, I was not the one flying the plane, besides I'm not an old man, remember?” I smirked. “Really?, but you do look like a seventy old man though.” We both laughed at the joke and I wanted to dash to the door when he stopped me again.“Come on, Marrissa.”There was something about the way he said it that made it hard to say no. So, I nodded, and minutes later, we were driving to a nearby beach. The moment we ar
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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
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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
