Morgan's point of view I stood frozen in my spot, clenching my jaw as I watched Marrissa disappear into the backseat of my father’s car. The sight of her leaving with my dad twisted my stomach with anger.Dad does not know who he is siding with. If only he truly knows who Marrissa is and what she had done he would never allow her into his car.“A gold digger and a traitor.” That’s all she had ever been. A woman I had foolishly allowed into my world, my bed, and worst of all—my heart. Marrissa had played me for a fool, and now she was running straight into my father’s arms, probably spinning lies about how I had wronged her.But she had made one big mistake,to think she could me and walk away just like that.That's laughable. I thought, forcing a smile.“By the time I am done with her, Marrissa will never forget me. I would make sure she regrets every second she has spent deceiving me. I would make her suffer, frustrate her to her very last breath, strip her of everything she holds d
Marrissa's point of view The heavy sound of my foot on the marble floor echoed in the room and the air in the room was thick with tension as I paced back and forth. I have spent the last thirty minutes thinking about Morgan’s accusations in my head, and each time, they sounded more ridiculous than the last. I, Marrissa, had sold confidential company information to Jack Stone?Why? How ? When? The idea alone made me laugh and angry at the same time, but nothing about this situation was funny. Morgan was convinced I had betrayed him, and now he was trying to convince his father. Soon, I will be called back to the ante room and be interrogated like a criminal. The worst part is, I have no idea what kind of proof Morgan thought he had. I pulled out my phone to call Jack to ask what the hell was going on,and what prank he had played on Morgan. But just as my finger moves over the call button, I paused. What if Morgan was listening? What if this was exactly what he wanted—to catch
Marrissa's point of view I remained silent as Morgan's words went through my body. I guess at that time, I really did not understand the full weight of the situation until Mr. Thornhill spoke again, his voice sounding very firm now. “Marrissa, let me explain what’s really going on here.” He said, looking deeply into my eyes and for the first time, I saw that he was really disappointed in me. “Not only does Jack now have access to confidential matters regarding the company, but he’s also stolen our idea for the WBA. If we submit the same project, we would be disqualified indefinitely because he will claim we stole it from him. And if we do not submit anything at all, not only will we lose the chance to win, but our company’s reputation will suffer. Our value, our status, everything we have worked hard to get would be destroyed.” I froze after hearing his statement. “No, No, no, no.” Oh God.” “Jack had stolen the project?” I blinked severally, my mind racing back to that night
Marrissa's point of view I left Mr Thornhill's mansion and walked to my car with a bitter mission. Jack Stone would learn that not all women could be manipulated or played with.I ignited my car engine and drove to his office. Good thing he gave me his card during the Governor's party. I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white and my foot pressed harder on the gas as I sped toward Stone Enterprises. My heart was beating like a war drum, and my mind replayed every single mistake that led me here. “How could I have been so blind? I trusted Jack so much that I let my guard down.” Jack had played me. Used me. Stolen from me. And now, I was going to make him regret it.I barely noticed the blur of streetlights flashing past me. Rage burned hot in my veins, sharper than anything I had felt before. I was not even this angry when Morgan threw my things out of the penthouse, or even when he looked me in the eyes and called me a betrayal.No, this was different.In Mor
Marrissa's point of view The tension between Jack and I was so intense that if anyone had come into the office at that time, he or she might have been burnt by the heat of it.Jack sat behind his big mahogany desk, looking at me like a cat eyeing a mouse it had already trapped. His expression showed his confidence, and arrogance.Finally, after a long pause, he leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Well, unfortunately, you can not prove anything,” he said. I shook my head, looking at him. “You think so?” He gave me that stupid smile of his, the one he probably used to charm investors and manipulate women who did not know any better. “No one would believe the word of a mere secretary against Jack Stone, the CEO of—” “Oh, cut the crap,” I snapped, rolling my eyes. “I know you have a habit of manipulating and stealing from innocent people, but you picked the wrong person this time.” His smile turned into a frown, just for a second. That small crack in his confidence was all I
Marrissa's point of view My alarm rang loudly, blaring through the silence of my room. I groaned, reaching out blindly to silence it, but I knew I could not afford even a minute of extra sleep. I had three days—just three days—to put together a solid project for the WBA and submit it before the deadline. Dragging myself out of bed, I moved on autopilot, showering and dressing as quickly as possible. Even though I was very tired,I pushed myself through it. I had no choice. By the time I went downstairs, Mr. Thornhill was already seated at the dining table, he was holding a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other hand. He looked up as I walked in, and he was surprised to see me downstairs so early. "You are up early," he said, setting the newspaper down. "Are you going to the office this early?" "Yes, sir," I replied, grabbing my bag. "I have a lot to do." His sharp gaze lingered on me for a moment, like he wanted to say something, but then he just nodded. "Go
Morgan's point of view I was angry at Marrissa, imagine her submitting a project for the WBA, as what exactly?After eating with my rival, she is trying to take a seat with me? How funny.She has been with my father for almost a week now and even though the house felt empty without her, I still did want her close to me. I can't see myself forgiving her, at least not yet.The sudden, piercing scream outside my office sent a chill through me bringing me out of my thoughts. I froze, as my pen slipped out from my fingers. What is going on? Is the building collapsing? Or there is a fire, or worse a terrorist attack?So many questions ran through my mind as I got up and walked to the door.Before I got to the door, it burst open. One of my employees stumbled inside, her face pale with panic. She gasped for breath, gripping the edge of the door frame as if it was the only thing keeping her from fainting."Sir! Sir!" Her voice was trembling and her wide eyes filled with tears. I stif
Morgan's point of view By the time I finished adding some adjustments to Marrissa’s project and submitted it, I was already ten minutes past the deadline.I leaned back in my chair, and rubbed my temples in frustration and sadness.I felt it was too late. Too late for everything. This was all my fault. If I had just listened to her that day she came to my office with her project, if I had put aside my anger for just a moment, we could have worked on it together. We would have had plenty of time to finish it properly and submit it on time. But I had not listened. I had let my pride get in the way, and now we were paying for it.I sighed and closed my eyes, even now all I could see was her lying on the floor, unconscious.My chest tightened at the picture. That image had been burned into my mind since I came out of the hospital. She had almost lost her child. My child.The weight of that truth sat heavy on my shoulders making me feel guilty.I sat for almost an hour, trying to concentr
Marrissa's point of view The party has finally come to an end, and all of the guests are gone. The house suddenly felt quiet, too quiet for my liking. Morgan and I stood at the front door, watching as his father’s car disappeared down the long driveway. Mr. Thornhill had been the last to leave after the birthday party, and although the air still held the faint echo of music and laughter, the celebration was over.It had been a success, more than a success, really. It had been a perfect night.Well… almost perfect.Farrow’s little stunt had come close to ruining everything, but thankfully, it did not. I refused to let her ruin Morgan's day.I turned back into the house and saw the maids moving through the banquet hall like shadows, they were working slowly, obviously exhausted. Everyone of them had been busy with one thing or the other throughout the day.Some of them were clearing out glasses, some wiping down tables, and the others gathering stray decorations. It didn’t take a geni
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