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
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
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
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
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
Morgan's point of view My head was spinning as I drove to work the next morning. "Damn," I whispered ,rubbing my eyes. I had not gotten a single hour of sleep last night, and to make matters worse, I had too much to drink. I rolled down the window slightly, hoping the morning air would shake the grogginess from my system, but it barely helped. My mind drifted back to last night. To my last conversation with Marrissa. I sighed loudly, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. I was not bluffing when I said what I said to her. If I found out that she had anything to do with Jack, I would make their lives miserable. I would not let this slide the way I did with her little toy. I had let him off the hook because I knew he was beneath me. Dragging Marrissa with him would have been an insult to my personality. But with Jack stone, things are different, we already had so many old scores to settle and Marrissa would not be added to it. “Marrissa is the most stubborn woman
Morgan's point of view I placed my hands inside my pockets, leaning slightly against my door as I watched Mr. Hudson. His face was set in a hard, unreadable expression.The silence between us increased and it only made me more angry. I waited for his response. Then, he finally spoke. "Do you think paying someone to tarnish my daughter's image will set you free?" His voice was low but it did not hide the anger in it and his eyes locking onto mine like a predator sizing up its prey. I raised a brow, amused at his accusation. "Pay someone?" I echoed, shaking my head slightly. "Is that what you think? Mr. Hudson, I do not have the time or the interest to—" "Shut the fuck up!" he shouted, slamming his palm against my desk so hard that the surface rattled. I stiffened. The raw anger in his voice was not surprising, but the force in which he spoke was unexpected. He was usually composed, always one to handle things through backdoor deals rather than outright aggression. For
Morgan's point of view How the ffuck did I miss this? I said, sighing deeply. The warning in my dad's words was very clear. I must not make any mistakes, and yet I almost did already.I moved my chair forward, flipping open my laptop with a sense of urgency. My fingers flew over the keyboard as I went through my emails, my heart tightening with every second that passed. And there it was. Sitting right there in my inbox. Unopened, of course .I cursed under my breath, shaking my head in frustration. If Dad had not called, I would have completely overlooked it. What the hell have I been doing? How had I been so distracted? Oh, right. Farrow. Glow. Marrissa. The never-ending chaos that had consumed my life lately. But this? This is something I can not afford to screw up. Must not.I clicked on the email and quickly scanned through it. Subject: Invitation to the 15th Annual World Business Awards (WBA) Dear Mr. Thornhill, We are pleased to invite you to the 15th Annual Wor
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
Morgan’s point of view I was tired and sleepy, yet dad refused to let me go.He had me down with details about his swearing in and his moving into the Governor's house."Dad, Marrissa and I will not be moving in with you," I said.Dad frowned."We have had this discussion before. You are the governor, not me. Besides, I'm not a teenager. I am a man of my own and should not be tagging along with you like a puppet," I said, rather too sharply.Dad sighed.I yanked and stood up from my seat."Wait, Morgan," dad said.I paused at the door, "Dad, I'm tired, I need to get some rest," I said."Sorry son, this won't take long," he said, already instructing that coffee be brought to his study.I sighed as I reluctantly walked back to my chair."This would definitely take me time," I whispered to myself.Dad started talking about so many things, and I was barely keeping up with him.I was halfway through my second cup of coffee when James, our butler, stepped into the study with an uncertain l
Marrissa’s point of view The damn door finally opened, and I did not wait for anyone to speak. I walked out without looking back.I breezed past the young guy who had opened the door. I didn't even glance at him. My heels echoed sharply on the marble floor as I walked straight to my room.My head pounded with each step I took. The pain in my eyes made it difficult for me to think . But honestly, the hangover was not the real source of my pain.What really hurt me was deeper than that. I felt a tight, aching weight in my chest I could not even begin to name.I slammed my door shut and locked it.Then I just stood there, leaning against the door with my eyes closed.What the hell just happened?Everything from last night hit me in pieces.My mind became filled with flashes of memory I was not ready for. The kiss. His hands. The way he said my name means something to him. How I clung to him like he was the only thing keeping me alive. How I needed him at that moment. The craving I felt t
Morgan’s point of view I woke up to the weight of Marrissa's body on me, her warmth pressed into my chest, and her breath was slow and steady against my skin. She was still asleep, curled into me, taking her rightful place beside me. My arms were wrapped around her protectively, almost like my body had decided on its own that it did not want to let her go again.And for a moment, everything felt right.I laid still for a while and just watched her. The soft light of the morning had begun to leak through the curtains, and it cast a pale glow over the room. Her lashes fluttered slightly, and I wondered what she was dreaming about.Eventually, I carefully moved, trying not to wake her. I shifted out from under her and gently laid her down onto the pillows. She stirred a little, but did not wake. I stood up, walked across the room. I pulled on my pants and shirt, and headed to the far end of the room, toward the small panel hidden near the bookcase. Unless you knew it was there, you wou
Marrissa's point of view I cursed my body for betraying me, for wanting something this lustful. I looked at Morgan and saw the same lustful desire in his eyes and I quickly looked away.I focused my eyes on something else, but my heart kept drifting back to him. Neither of us said anything and the silence between us became too loud for my convenience.I sat with my knees pulled up on the velvet carpet, the sound of the party has become a faint throb behind the thick walls. Morgan had stopped talking and the whiskey bottle, now barely a third full, sat between us like a shared secret we were too afraid to name.The room was dim, the light from the fireplace in the corner made the room warm and cast shadows that danced along the walls. I could feel the tension between us shifting from irritation into something dangerous.Morgan looked at me again.No, he didn't just look at me, his eyes were fixed on me, watching me.His eyes traced every line of my body like it was some kind of space
Marrissa's point of view The silence in the room stretched down a long time, and my mind would not stop racing. The tension between us was indescribable. I stared at the amber liquid inside the bottle, swirling it slowly. I knew he was shocked to hear me talk about bullies. Anyone who knows me now without hearing my story would think I have always been this outspoken and bold Hell, there were times I didn't want morning to come because I was too scared to go to school.“I was bullied in school,” I said, not really intending to—but the words had already started. “I was that fat girl. The one people whispered about in hallways and laughed at during gym class. Boys used to pretend to flirt with me as a joke.”Morgan's brows drew together, his lips parted slightly. But I continued before he could say anything.“I hated myself. Every inch of my body was annoying to me. So one day I stopped eating. I went on some insane diet I found online. I nearly collapsed at school twice. I passed ou
Morgan's point of view I walked around the room, hating the silence between me and Marrissa, hating myself more for ruining what would have been a perfect union.Marrissa stood on the far end of the room, her arms crossed tight over her chest, refusing to look at me. And really, could I blame her? I had messed up again. She had every right to be furious, but something about the weight of her silence, the way she did not even want to fight anymore, made my chest ache in a way I didn’t know how to stop.I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated and feeling helpless. As I walked further into the room, my eyes caught a cabinet in the corner. I walked over and opened it. Inside it was a full bottle of whiskey standing tall like some forgotten souvenir from a better time.“Perfect,” I whispered. “At least this would lighten the mood.”I grabbed it and twisted the cap off with more force than necessary, and slowly walked over to Marrissa. I sat down near her, not close enough to invade her s