Marrissa's point of view The morning had not even started, but somehow, I had managed to make a complete fool of myself before the day had even properly begun. I sighed heavily, setting my coffee cup down with more force than I had intended. “God, Marrissa, you are such a big fool!” I whisper under my breath. How could I let myself get caught like that? And the defense I came up with? Utter rubbish. My inner voice was not going to let me live this one down.It had all started when I woke up and rolled over to see Morgan lying next to me. He looked… peaceful. A total contrast to his usual self—no scowling, no sharp retorts, just a man lost in whatever dreams his subconscious conjured up. I could not help but stare. I wondered what he had been like as a boy. Was he ever sweet, ever innocent? Did someone love him before life hardened him into the insufferable person I knew now?My thoughts drifted to my baby. I wished—hoped—he or she would take after Morgan in looks because, objectivel
Marrissa's point of view I stared at the card in my hand, the sleek black rectangle shining in the light. I could not believe it. This… this was like a ticket to luxury. To everything most people dream about. Yet, as I held it, it felt strange—too heavy for what it was supposed to be. I did not agree to marry Morgan just because of the Thornhills’ money or their status. I was not that kind of person, and I hated the thought of anyone, even Farrow or Morgan, assuming that about me. I was not someone influenced by shiny things I could not afford. “Mama raised me better than that,” I whispered.Still, a voice in my head whispered persistently, *Marrissa, this is not eljust about you. It’s for your child.*I closed my eyes for a second, trying to push down the conflict rising in my chest. As much as I wanted to be better than this, better than letting someone like Mr. Thornhill buy me, the truth was harder to ignore. My child deserved the world, and sometimes the world demanded sacrific
Marrissa's point of view It was another slow, boring morning at Morgan’s house. Staying there was becoming suffocating, it was more like a cage than a home, and that made me so restless. So, I made the decision to go to work—not because Morgan wanted me to, but simply because I could not stand wasting another day sitting in his over-decorated house.As soon as I entered the company,I saw Glow. She was strolling into the company like she was on a runway, wearing a ridiculously skimpy dress that made her look like she was advertising for something… illicit. I did not even bother acknowledging her existence. I walked past her as though she were invisible. "Typical Glow," I thought. She scoffed loudly as I passed, her attempt at getting a reaction failed woefully. I only laughed instead, quietly to myself. I was not in the mood for unnecessary drama. Not today. Still, the sight of her irritated me. "Who dresses like that on a weekday morning, to work,for that matter?" I thought, sh
Marrissa's point of view I felt so relieved and happy the moment I stepped into the house, and realized Morgan was not back yet. I danced my way to my side of the closet, carefully placing the items I bought inside.I smiled, imagining the shock that will be on their faces when I walk in with Mr Thornhill.The very thought of Morgan or Glow finding out about my plan before then sent a shiver down my spine. They must never know. Not ever. I tucked the dress into the back of the closet, behind a row of old coats Morgan would not even glance at. Satisfied that it was safely hidden, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up. The cool water on my face felt like a reset button, but even as I stood there, one nagging question refused to leave me alone: “How on earth am I going to leave this house and attend the Governor’s party without Morgan noticing?”Morgan was not the kind of man to overlook details. He knew my schedule better than I did most days. The last thing I needed was him—or wor
Farrow’ s point of view The morning started as a complete disaster. Nothing—and I mean nothing—was going my way. I stared at my phone, my knuckles white from gripping it too tightly, and shouted, “I said get me the dress I ordered *immediately*!” My voice shook with anger as I paced the floor. “Ma’am, we are really sorry, but the dress is no longer available. It was purchased—” “Shut the fuck up!” I screamed, cutting her off. “I do not care how you do it or where you get it from, just get me the damn dress—or trust me, you will regret it!” Before I could finish my rant, the line went dead. “What?” I hissed, staring at the screen. “Did she just hang up on me?” My chest was heavy with anger as I stomped my foot on the floor. I threw my phone onto the couch and folded my arms, glaring at nothing in particular. “The audacity,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “The fucking audacity.” I took a deep breath, but it was not helping. I was so damn angry. So many things annoyed m
Farrow’s accomplice point of view.How dare that lousy, ungrateful, insensible Farrow hang up on me? And not just hang up—no, that was not enough for her—she had the nerve to tell me to “fuck off.” Her words echoed in my head, each syllable twisting the knife of insult deeper into my chest. I threw my phone onto the table with enough force to send a jolt through the wood. For a moment, I just sat there, staring blankly at the screen, boiling in rage. My hands went to my hair, pulling through the strands as I tried to calm myself. How could she? After everything I had done for her, after everything I had sacrificed, was a single favor too much to ask? A common invitation, a simple task—and yet she made it seem like I was asking her to part the damn Red Sea.And this is the woman who claims to be high and lofty? The “most respected lady in Paris”? What a joke. “Old fool,” I whispered under my breath, the words slipping out before I could stop them. Now, I know what you are thinking. W
Marrissa's point of view Oh yes, guess what day it is today. You guessed right—it’s the Governor’s birthday party, and I can not even begin to describe how excited I am. It’s the event of the year, where every rich and important elite gather under one roof, dressed to kill, chatting and laughing with champagne glasses in their hand. Everyone who matters will be there, including me, of course . But, do you know that Morgan Thornhill, my so-called husband, had not called or texted me since he left town. Not even a quick “how are you?” or a courtesy beep. Nothing. I could tell you it did not bother me, but it did. A little. Okay, maybe more than a little. Still, I have decided to return the energy. Let him enjoy his time with Glow, his precious little distraction. I pushed the thought of him aside and slid out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom. Today was not about Morgan or anyone else. Today was about me. Did I tell you I booked a session at ‘Doll Society Salon’? Yes, the Do
Farrow's point of view I looked at myself in the mirror, carefully perfecting my lipstick and making sure every detail of my makeup was flawless. The reflection staring back at me screamed elegance and beauty, but I was not satisfied. This was not what I wanted. Normally, I would have had my makeup done by one of the best makeup artists in the city, someone who knew every contour of my face and could enhance my features with a mere flick of a brush. But today was different. By the time I called her, her schedule was completely booked, leaving me no choice but to rely on one of the maids in our household, Jane, who had only a little knowledge of makeup. Can you imagine? My maid touching my face. Awkward did not even begin to describe how it felt. I had made sure to scream at her multiple times, insulting her for every little mistake and reminding her that she was only being given this privilege because I was feeling generous. Truth be told, she was not bad. In fact, she was surpr
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
Morgan's point of view But instead of going to my room and getting the sleep I craved just a while ago, I went to Marrissa's room.Not to tell her what had just transpired between Farrow and me, but to shield her from everything.I wanted to make a proposition that we relocate immediately. She seemed to have enjoyed her stay in Spain, so Spain could become our new country. I don't mind leaving everything behind. For her, I can rebuild my life from the crash if need be.I paced outside her room for a good five minutes before I knocked.There was no answer.I knocked again, lighter this time.Still nothing.I could hear movement inside, faint and muffled, but she was not coming to the door.I rested my forehead against the wood. “Marrissa,” I said softly, “I just want to talk.”There was silence.I exhaled. Of course, she wasn’t ready. She was probably questioning everything and hell, I didn’t blame her. She had every right to.What if she thought I set this all up? What if she believe