Marrissa's point of view I should not allow this to happen, never allow him to do this to me, no….not again. But his lips on mine drive me insane with want."Let go.," I whispered, trying to rip his hands off. But God goodness, I just fucking can't. He presses hard on me, his lips savoring mine with great intensity. My fingers curled against the wall, trying to steady myself, as my legs suddenly felt too weak to hold my body. Morgan bends inches away from my mouth, his warm breath teasing my lips that part involuntarily. His low voice is a seductive purr, raising goosebumps on my skin as he speaks. " I know you are aching for my dick in your vagina? "No I'm not. Fuck you.” I growled at him and finally lost my patience and I pushed hard on his stony chest, but he did not budge. Not even an inch. What is he made of? Granite. Cement. “It will be better for you to stop struggling and enjoy yourself. Unless you want to wed me with two broken hands," he threatened.His fingers tighte
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Morgan's point of view I could not stop thinking about my date with Marrissa. It wasn’t like any other date I had ever had. It was… different. She was different. The way she smiled, the way she challenged me without fear, the way she made my heart race like I was a teenager with a crush for the first time, it was all consuming.I hated the fact that it took me this long to realize this how perfect she is. Just thinking about how many moments I let slip through my fingers before finally seeing her for more than just my secretary made me angry at myself. But now, there was no going back.A sudden ping from my phone broke my thoughts.It was a reminder.WBA Ceremony — Tomorrow.Damn. I had almost forgotten about the event. Marrissa had taken over my mind, and my heart.Without a second thought, I decided to get something nice for her for the event. Not just because I wanted us to look good together, but because I needed the world to see her — not as my secretary, not as some background f
Marrissa's point of view It's been two days since Morgan and I spoke in the garden. His words sounded sincere but I was still scared. I was tired of getting my hopes up and watching him break it into many pieces.So I told him to give some time to think about it, funny I expected him to complain or even argue, but he didn't.Our work routine continued as normal while we waited for the WBA ceremony where the winner would be awarded.One Friday morning,I was surprised to see a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a card attached to it, inviting me for dinner.I left the mansion an hour before the time. Morgan had instructed one of his drivers to take me to the location. The restaurant was hidden away from the crowded streets of Paris, a quiet but beautiful place with ivy-covered walls and glowing lanterns. It was not the kind of place you stumbled upon by accident, and I wondered how Morgan found such a quiet yet romantic spot.. The soft sound of the guitar from the musician in the cor