Marrissa's point of view The cold sunk deep into my skin, making me shiver as I leaned back against the rough stone wall of the estate. My hands were trembling, though I was not sure if it was from the cold or the whirlwind of emotions that had been churning inside me since Morgan shoved me out like I was nothing. Like I was a nobody. The night had been unkind, leaving me restless on the cold, hard ground. Sleep had practically ran away from me, no matter how tightly I wrapped my arms around myself in a desperate attempt to find some warmth, the cold enveloped me like a blanket.God , how I hate this man, I suddenly missed by small apartment and most of all my wornout bed. It was must better than this.“Good morning, madam,” a voice greeted.Startled, I turned to see a young maid standing a few feet away, her head bowed respectfully. “Good morning,” I replied hoarsely, straightening myself. “How are you doing?” “I’m fine, madam” she said, her voice timid. Her eyes remained fixe
Marrissa's point of view The cab moved gently, the city lights flickering through the window as I wiped yet another tear from my cheek. My throat was raw from crying, but I could not stop. The weight of everything felt suffocating, like a slow, strong tide pulling me under. My hands trembled in my lap, clutching my bag tightly, as if holding onto it could somehow hold me together. I was on my way to Molly's apartment. She was the only one I could think of—the only person who could make sense of the mess my life had become. I did not even know if shw would be home, but I had no one else. The cab came to a stop, and I stared at Molly’s house for a moment, trying to summon the strength to get out. My legs felt like jelly as I stepped onto the pavement and walked to her door. My fingers moved over the wood for a second before I knocked, each knock on the door carrying the last bit of strength I had. The door opened, Molly came out, looking confused and worried. "Marrissa? What ar
Marrissa's point of view My head was pounding with a severe headache, my body heavy and my mouth dry as sandpaper. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was, the room was still dark, very unfamiliar, and strangely quiet. Panic set in as I blinked against the dull light, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I pushed myself upright, the bed creaking slightly beneath me. My stomach turned with nausea, and the faint scent of lavender in the air only added to the disorientation.My clothes. Where were my clothes? I looked around, my heart pounding faster. The last thing I remembered was being at the bar with Molly. Molly! God, where was she? I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet meeting the cold floor as I frantically scanned the room for my phone. Nothing. No phone, no clothes—nothing of mine seemed to be here.My heart raced as I froze, suddenly hearing the sound of footsteps approaching from somewhere down the hall. I sat perfectly still, barely breathi
Morgan's point of view The clock mocked me as I stared at it for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. Four hours. Not almost four—four damned hours since Marrissa had walked out of the house with no explanation, no message, nothing. My anger boiled, threatening to spill over as I paced round my study, trying—failing—to keep calm.Where could she have gone? No, “who could she have gone to?” The answer whispered itself cruelly into my mind: “her lover, of course.” That pathetic little man who dared think he could share what was mine. My fists clenched as I imagined his stupid face, self-satisfied smile. Marrissa had sworn yesterday that it was all a misunderstanding. She had tried to beg me to believe her. But how could I? How could she expect me to trust her when she was out again, doing God knows what with God knows who?I pulled out my phone and called one of my men, my voice sharp and demanding. “Find her. Now.” I did not have to elaborate—they knew better than to ask
Marrissa's point of view I kept walking, not even sure where I was heading to. My thoughts were a tangled mess, and it felt like I was wandering aimlessly, trying to escape the weight of everything crashing down on me. I thought about going to Morgan’s house, but the thought alone made me feel nauseous and besides I do not know the direction to his estate. So, I took the easy way out. I flagged down a cab and gave the driver my apartment address. At least I could hide there, shield myself from the world for a little while. When I stepped inside, the silence felt suffocating, but it was still better than the chaos outside. Thank God I still had some clothes here—I have to be at work in the next thirty minutes.Dragging my feet, I made my way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I stepped in and let the cold water pour over me. I stood there, hoping—praying—it would wash away the grief, the anger, the sadness that seemed to have taken root in me but it did not. The memories of
Morgan's point of view The words slipped out of my mouth before my brain could fully process them. But now that I think about it, they make sense. I would make Glow my secretary. Having her close to me might actually help me keep my sanity intact. Every time I see Marrissa , I feel nothing but anger and frustration. I need something brighter in my life, and Glow feels like exactly that—light in the darkness. I was lost in thought when I heard a knock at the door. That's strange, I whispered. I was not expecting anyone. “Come in,” I said after a while , curiosity edging into my voice. The door opened, and Glow walked in. She brought an air of warmth with her, almost like she had pulled the sun into the room. I noticed she had changed her clothes—nothing flashy, just a simple blouse and a pencil skirt, but she wore it with quiet confidence. “I was not expecting you until tomorrow,” I said, leaning back in my chair. Her expression immediately turned apologetic. “Forgive me, s
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
“You are just in time ma,” Please take your seat,” one of the flight attendant said the moment I got back onboard.I obeyed immediately and few minutes later we were in that air.I closed my eyes, forcing myself not to think of him and soon I was fast asleep.The landing announcement sounded foreign when I heard it I made it. I was really here.I stood at the edge of the airport terminal, the cool air brushing against my skin as the automatic doors whooshed open and shut behind me. People walked past me. Some people were hugging their loved ones. There was a sound of laughter, yelling and honking everywhere, but I just stood there, lost. My suitcase was by my side, but my mind was a thousand miles away.“What now?” I whispered to myself.I didn't even know where to turn, the right path to take. At that point, I think my brain left me, because I felt so confused.It had taken everything in me to board that plane. To leave Morgan behind. To convince myself I was doing the right thing.
Marrissa's point of view The next morning, I prepared in silence. My hands moved on their own, folding clothes, zipping up my suitcase, and brushing my hair—but my mind was not really in the room. It was miles away, tangled in memories and second-guessing every choice that had led me here. I kept looking around like I had forgotten something. My chest felt heavy, it was like I was leaving something important behind.I sat on the bed for quite a while, thinking, feeling sad all of a sudden.“Gosh Marrissq, what do you really want? Do you want to stay and continue to feel hurt and sorry for yourself or do you want to start afresh, meet new people and maybe get a third chance at love again,” my inner mind asked.“I want to start afresh, meet new people but definitely not give love a third chance,” I replied to myself.Falling in love again would be the most stupid thing to do. Two heartbreaks is enough for a lifetime. Although, I would not compare Morgan with Tom. With Tom,I was stupid
Marrissa's point of view When I got back to the hotel after my conversation with Molly, I felt even more determined to disappear.No, I was not running away. I just wanted to disappear.And yes, there is a difference. Running implies that I'm scared, desperate or that I'm trying to escape some form of punishment. But disappearing… that is quiet and dignified. And after everything I had been through, I wanted….. No I needed a clean break.I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after I walked in, recalling everything that happened in the club and outside the club.Molly's words still echoed faintly in my ears, but it was the things she did not say that haunted me more. I had known Molly for a damn long time to know when she was lying. I know how to read her body language like a book. The way her hands kept fidgeting when I pressed her for answers. The way she could not even look me straight in the eyes showed she had a lot hidden in her cupboard and didn't let me talk about her
Morgan's point of view I kept staring at my phone. It's not that I was expecting any important messages or phone calls, I just could not get my eyes off my phone. The screen was blank, but it felt heavier than ever in my hand. I told myself I could survive without her. I repeated it like a mantra—You’ll be fine, Morgan. You had been fine before she came, and you’ll move on, just like always.But it was a lie.And I knew it.It was becoming painfully clear that love wasn’t meant for men like me. Maybe I was too cold. Too hardened by my experience. Too controlling, too bitter, too proud. Whatever the reason, I decided I was done trying. No more late-night hopes. No more holding my breath every time I hear her name.But then my phone buzzed again.“Sir, her flight will move in the next one hour.”I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth and tossed the phone across the room. It hit the couch and bounced off harmlessly, but I did not care. I was furious, but not at the man who sent th
Morgan's point of view The silence in my penthouse was deafening. Marrissa’s absence left behind a suffocating void that echoed throughout the walls of the house.I had paced the length of the study a dozen times, ran my hands through my hair so often it ached, and still……still… I could not shake her image from my mind.But I was not going to chase her. I told myself that. I repeated it like a mantra. I would not chase her.So, I slowly dressed up. I dressed like a man getting ready for war. I wore a charcoal suit, white shirt and burgundy tie. Something about putting on that armor made me feel in control again. But, my suit felt heavier than usual. Or maybe that was just the weight in my chest. I was going back to work that morning. Well, not just going to work. I was running back to work. I needed to drown at work before I started ripping things apart.I drove in silence and the moment I stepped into Thornhill’s Enterprise, everything around me blurred. My mind wasn’t really there
Morgan's point of viewMarrissa was really gone. And with her, it felt like my sanity walked out the door too.At first, I just sat motionless in my room. You know, I felt, maybe if I didn’t move, this whole thing would undo itself. Maybe she would come walking back in, tossing her bag on the table like she always did, mumbling something about traffic or forgetting her charger.But she did not come back.The room felt different without her. Too quiet. Too empty. Everything that made me happy was gone. Her energy, her scent, the way her presence made everything glow, was gone. Like she had taken a piece of the air with her, and I could not breathe without it.My first instinct was to go after her. Grab my keys, get in the car, and find her. Drag her back home if I had to. Talk to her. Beg her even. Make her look me in the eye and explain why the hell she just walked away without a word.But I didn’t.Not because I didn’t want her back. God, no.Heaven knows how much I wanted her. I wan
Molly's point of view I was in the middle of a spin. My hip was swaying to the beat of a song I don't even know, when I saw Marrissa's back. She was leaving.At first, I thought maybe she was going to the restroom or just stepping out for air. But the way she moved so quickly, like she was trying to disappear, told me something was not right. She didn’t even glance back.“Mar!” I called out, pushing past a group of tipsy girls laughing beside me. But the music was too loud. The crowd was too thick, and my voice vanished into the noise.I stopped dancing. My heart sank a little, as confusion bubbled inside me like soda that was shaken too hard.“Why did she leave like that? Without telling me? She knew I would be looking for her. She knew I hated being ditched without a word.”I turned and hurried back to the table we had been sitting at. Her drink was still half full. Her jacket was still there. Her phone wasn’t, though. Just mine, buzzing with a notification.I picked it up, and my
Marrissa's point of view I didn’t go in my car. I didn’t go to Molly’s place, nor did I call Andre for help. And sure as hell, I did not go back to my own apartment. Morgan would look for me there. He could track me down faster than I could blink, and the last thing I wanted was to be found. So I grabbed my bag, flagged down a cab just outside the Thornhill mansion, and told the driver to just drive. “Where to?” he asked, watching me through the rearview mirror. “Somewhere quiet,” I whispered, looking out the window. “I’ll let you know.” I could feel the sting of tears forming in my eyes, but I blinked them away. I had cried enough already. Honestly, I think I have cried more than any human could cry in a lifetime.After about fifteen minutes, I gave him the name of a small lodge on the outskirts of the city. It was not one of those places with glossy glass windows and valet parking. This place didn’t have any stars next to its name. The kind of place no one would look at. E
Farrow's point of view "One for me, nil to Marrissa," I whispered under my breath as I majestically walked out of the Thornhill penthouse. I made sure my heels sounded loudly like victory drums as they clicked against the marble floor.I could hardly contain the joy bubbling up in me. My lips twitched into a smile and I tried to suppress the scream of excitement swelling in my belly. My entire organs were dancing in victory.Every step I took down the hallway was one step closer to everything I ever wanted—and one step further from the wreck Marrissa would soon become.I controlled myself until we got to the car. And the moment I entered the car and shut the door and Laird started the engine. I lost all control.‘YES!" I screamed as my arms flew in the air. "Oh my God, yes! We did it! We actually did it!" Laird laughed as he drove, keeping one hand steady on the wheel. I turned to him, grabbing his free hand and shaking it like a lottery winner."Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I