Morgan's point of view “Morgan, this… this is not exactly what happened,” Marrissa stammered, her voice shaking as she watched the video on my phone.She looked at me, searching for some hint of understanding, some way to reach me.I leaned back on my table, crossing my arms. “Really?” I said, my tone sharp. “Then why don’t you enlighten me, Marrissa? Tell me how it happened.” My voice was cold, filled with disgust. She could see it in my face, feel it.“For one,” she started, her voice trembling, “Farrow hit me first. I diid not do anything to her. She… she was saying all these horrible things about me. She said I was trying to seduce you for your wealth, Morgan! I could.not take it. I—”I did not care what she said. Her excuses, her desperate attempt to turn the truth—it all fell on deaf ears. Her voice became background noise. I was not interested in her lies. I sat there, letting her words wash over me, unbothered, unmoved.When she finally stopped talking, her chest rising and fa
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
Farrow’s point of view I heard a knock on my door and quickly put off my cigarette. I sprayed my room with a nice spray before opening the door.I was shocked to see my dad at the door , smiling like someone who had just been hit with a billionaire dollar contract.“What's up dad?” I asked.“Farrow, Farrow, my darling farrow, " he said, walking inside my room.For a second,I was shocked.I can not remember dad using such words for me except when he wanted to hook me up with some billionaire.“What's going on?” I said, looking at him weirdly.“You have brought me great joy.” He said, smiling broadly.He took me into his arms and hugged me, even rocking me like I was a little girl."Is everything alright?" I whispered."Of course, everything is perfect, thanks to you," he replied."And what exactly did I do?" I asked, still shock at his behavior."Everything I have always wanted and more," he replied.“With what you have accomplished, not only have you secured your future, you have als
Marrissa's point of view I jolted in fear when the room door flew open and Morgan stomped inside the room.My chest started beating heavily when I saw his dark eyes blazing with fury. He looked like a different person, like a monster on a mission, and I instinctively stepped back. But it didn’t matter. He closed the distance between us in two long strides and grabbed my wrist.My cry of pain only made him angrier and he pushed me toward the bed. “Morgan!” I screamed as fear enveloped me.“What the hell are you doing?” He did not answer. His silence was more terrifying than words. His hand on my wrist tightened as he shoved me onto the bed. I pushed him, trying to sit up, but he was on me in an instant, pinning me down with the full weight of his body. His hand reached for the buttons of my dress, and I thrashed beneath him. “Please, Morgan, do not do this!” I whispered, my voice trembling, tears pooling in my eyes. But he did not stop. His fingers moved quickly, ripping my
Morgan's point of view I parked my car in a hurry and went to the front door hoping to see Marrissa in the dining room or the sitting room, but none was there. I climbed up the stairs, taking it three steps at a time and went into my bedroom. Slamming the door open,I walked into the empty room.By this time, my chest was beating faster than normal not just from exertion, but from anger bubbling inside of me.“Why the hell is she not back?” I hissed to myself, pacing back and forth. My mind raced through every possibility, each one making me more angrier than the last. I pulled out my phone, punching in Marrissa's number. I wanted to call her, to demand an explanation, but a knot of frustration stopped me.The image of her with Jack Stone burned in my mind. Just the thought of her still being with him sent a wave of anger through my veins. I was about to hit the call button when I heard the sound of the front door creaking open.I turned and rushed to the staircase, looking over the
Morgan's point of view I sat in my car, looking at the entrance of the hotel, Marrissa and Jack were in for almost two hours.What the hell are they still doing inside, I thought for the millionth time in those two hours.Because of the hotel's policy, I could not go in, I had not made any reservation.By eight in the evening, I drove to one of my secret apartments, the same one my men had kept Glow.The tension in the room increased the moment I stepped in. I could see the shock on Glow's face. When she looked up at me, her shock turned into fear..She should be, because I was not smiling. There was no sign of warmth in my expression, just cold impatience."Start talking," I said, my tone sounding sharper, I went straight to the point. I had no time for games, no time for excuses. I want the truth, every word of it. That's what I came for, and I was not leaving without it.Glow stared at me, frozen in her seat. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. She was trembling, she closed her
Glow's point of view Jane and I stepped out of the house and the cool night air did nothing to calm the heat burning in our chest. Her car was parked a distance away from the house. Jane dug in her bag for her keys, and when she found it, dhe looked at me. "Ready?" she asked, her voice sounding low. I knew she was scared too.I have my plan in my head, but I wanted to be far off from Jane before accomplishing it. Her safety is very important to me at this point.So, I nodded. But before climbing into the car, I ran toward her, suddenly overcome with everything I wanted to say but had never been able to. Tears blurred my vision as the words tumbled out, raw and messy."Thank you. Thank you for everything. For staying by my side when I lost my sister, for giving me a home when I had none. I wanted so badly to repay you, Jane, but instead, I just brought more chaos into your life. I'm sorry." My voice broke on the last word, and I could not stop the tears from falling.Jane placed her
Glow's point of view I stood frozen in the door of the bathroom, my heart was beating in my chest as I watched Jane tremble. One of the men had his hand around her throat threatening her. I wanted to scream, to jump out and stop him, but fear pinned me in place. I had brought this trouble into Jane’s life. She did not deserve any of this, and now she was paying for my mistakes. My throat tightened, and hot tears fell down my cheeks.“You better talk, or you would not get to talk again. Where’s Glow?”The man snarled, shaking her violently.Jane’s hands shook as she raised them weakly. For a terrifying second, I thought she might point to the bathroom where I was hiding. My stomach twisted and intense heat rushed through my body immediately. Would she betray me? Where do I to from here? But then, to my relief and amazement, she pointed toward the door.“She left for work a few hours ago,” Jane said, her voice shaky but firm enough to sound believable.I let out a silent breath of rel
Glow's point of view "Jeez!” I screamed, falling off the chair I was sitting on. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear anything else. I held my chest, trying to catch my breath, as the sound of laughter filled the room. I turned around to find Jane, my best friend, bending over, laughing so hard she had to hold her stomach.“What the fuck did you do that for?” I shouted, still trying to steady myself. My pulse was racing, and I was half a second away from throwing something at her.“I’m sorry!” she said between fits of laughter. “But seriously, Glow, what were you thinking about? I have been standing here for nearly fifteen minutes, and you did not even notice me!”I sighed, brushing myself off as I stood from the ground. “You would not understand,” I said, avoiding her gaze. Jane stopped laughing, and her expression shifted into one of concern. She stepped closer to me, her voice sounding serious. “Come on. Talk to me. What’s going on?”I shook my head, feeling the we
Marrissa's point of view I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw Morgan’s car behind mine. I smiled faintly although I was boiling with anger inside of me. “Who does he think he is?” The thought irritated me to no end. He always acted as though he had the right to do whatever he pleased while expecting me to live within the boundaries he created. Men like Morgan infuriated me—their arrogance, their double standards. The truth was, I agreed to meet Jack tonight for two reasons. First, to apologize for Morgan’s disgraceful behavior at the party the other night. Jack did not deserve to be treated the way Morgan had treated him. And second? I wanted to pass the time. But now, knowing Morgan was following me, his desperation only made me more determined to lean into this—to follow through with the evening, maybe even enjoy myself a little. If he wanted to stalk me like a possessive fool, fine. Let him. I pulled into the driveway of the upscale hotel, parking smoothly in one of the va
Morgan's point of view My feet felt very heavy as I stood on the same spot, frozen, watching Marrissa walk away. Her words rang in my ears, sharp and cutting me deeply. My heart still hurts from the force of them. I refused to believe what she had just said. No, she could never have gone out with another man that night. It was not true. It could not be. But the look in her eyes, the calmness in her voice, told a story I was not ready to hear. My chest tightened, and I reached for my phone, wanting to solve this mystery immediately. I need an answer, an explanation that would keep me from going insane. If anyone could explain what was happening, it was Glow, she was right there and everything changed after I left her and Farrow in the party. So, I dialed her number. But there was no answer. I called again. Nothing. I tried a third time, and by now, frustration and anger was building like a storm inside me. Glow was avoiding me; that much was clear now. If she was not answering,