Marrissa's point of view “Open the damn gate,” Andre yelled to the men at the gate.“Sir….. ma… the gate is locked from the outside,” one of Morgan's men replied.“What? What the hell does that mean?” I asked in panic.“Calm down Marrissa,” Andre said, making me sit down.“I think Sir Morgan locked the gate from the outside.”“He fucking did what?” “Is there another way outside this estate?”“Only one emergency gate and only Mr Morgan knows the code to open the gate.”“Fuck fuck fuck, call your boss, everyone, call him right now, His wife needs medical attention.”I can't believe Morgan would do this, in fact, I felt ashamed my husband could be this callous.If he wasn't happy to see Andre, why didn't he say something?I had invited Andre here because I felt uneasy and I didn't want to tell Morgan, not yet and when Andre called me and said he was in the neighborhood, I begged him to come in.And truth be told, his presence had helped change my mood, but while we were talking, I sudd
Morgan's point of view I drove up to my mansion but did not get out of the car. The engine hummed softly beneath my hands, the glow of the headlights cutting through the early morning darkness. But I just sat there, gripping the steering wheel, staring at the front gates like they were some kind of prison bars. I knew I should go inside, but I could not.No, I was not scared,but I was tired. Tired of the many fights and quarrels.By now, Marrissa was definitely furious. She could be hurt too. Truth is, I don't think I could handle another fight. Not tonight. My head hurts so badly and it may explode if I stress myself any further.And God knows that if I see Andre I inside, I might actually lose it. The thought of him standing in my house, acting like he belonged there, like he had a right to Marrissa’s time and attention, made my blood boil. I sighed sharply and raked a hand through my hair. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready for her anger. For the look in her eyes th
Morgan's point of view The hall outside the doctor’s office felt colder than the rest of the hospital. Everywhere smelled like antiseptic and I hated it.My hands curled into fists at my sides as I stood there, trying to prepare myself for what I already knew in my gut was bad news. I turned the knob and stepped inside. Dr. Patel looked up from his desk, his face lined with exhaustion. His eyes that were usually sharp now looked sad and that alone made my heart heavy. “Hello, doctor.” I greeted, my voice came out rough. “Hey, Morgan.” I noticed his tone was careful. “How are you holding up?” I nearly laughed. How the hell did he think I was doing? “What happened?” I demanded, cutting through whatever small talk he was trying to offer. “Where is my wife? How’s my child?” Dr. Patel sighed and gestured for me to sit, but I didn’t move. “Calm down, Morgan,” he said gently. I clenched my jaw. “Just tell me what happened.” He hesitated. “First, you need to know that we d
Marrissa's point of view I woke up to a cruel, suffocating silence. My body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and something far worse, emptiness and grief. My hands moved instinctively to my stomach, my fingers trembling as they pressed against the fabric of my hospital gown. My stomach was flat. “No…” I whispered.I pressed harder, desperately searching for the familiar swell of my belly, but it was gone. Tears blurred my vision as I turned my head, my heart pounding in my chest. Maybe…maybe this was all a mistake. Maybe the doctors had been wrong. Maybe my baby was here, safe, waiting for me in a cradle nearby. I forced my eyes open and looked around, searching the sterile room, hoping to hear the soft cry of my child. But I saw nothing. I heard nothing. The doctor’s words slammed into me all over again. "I'm sorry… We did everything we could… But the baby didn’t make it." "No… No, no, no, no..” I cried. My voice cracked, the sound barely a whisper as my che
Morgan's point of view It's been three long, agonizing months. That’s how long it had been since Marrissa walked out of my life, and in those months, I had tried everything, everything, to make her speak to me. I went to her house on different occasions. Not once, not twice, not even three times.And each time I went, she humiliated me. She turned me away like I was nothing. Like I was some insignificant nuisance she could swat away without a second thought. And then, I sent dozens of messages, written once and even voice messages. Each one is marked unread, they were just piling up in her inbox like spam messages.I even went to her best friend, Molly. I pleaded with her to help, to at least get Marrissa to listen to me. But Marrissa had ended the call the moment she mentioned my name. And then, I even went to Andre. As humiliating as it was, I swallowed my pride and stood in front of the man who had every reason to hate me and apologized. I pleaded like a child to him.
Marrissa's point of view Morgan's words had cut me deeper than even he could imagine, and the most painful part was, everything he said was not entirely true nor were they all false.True, I started having contractions earlier and although I was worried, the doctor had told me to avoid stress and rest and that I did to the best of my ability. I didn't tell Morgan because I didn't want to either overwhelm him, with the stress of the WBA, and then his party and then Farrow, I felt all of that was already too much for him.And he blames me for being independent. I lost my dad before I was ten, and my mother had taught me to be strong, to be independent and to rely on no one and those values were what made me survive her death. I grew up alone with no one to assist or help so I was all I have. How is that my fucking fault? I trembled in grief.I could not even believe he accused me of wanting this, this pain. God, I have never seen a bigger fool than Morgan.Deep down, I really do not wa
Marrissa's point of view So, I threw myself into work, determined to forget the morning’s encounter with Morgan. I gritted my teeth, going through the routine Molly had taught me without a single smile on my face.“You look like you are plotting a murder.” Molly said, after the last customer left.I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Maybe I am.” She smiled. “Come on, let’s sit for a while before you actually commit a crime.” I hesitated. Sitting and talking meant giving my brain a chance to wander back to Morgan, but sitting here and stewing wasn’t any better. With a reluctant nod, I grabbed myself off the counter’s desk and followed her.I noticed you haven't had anything since you came in, Molly said, after disappearing for a while and appearing with a tray full of food.The café smelled like roasted coffee and fresh bread, but my appetite was gone. I pushed my salad around with my fork, barely paying attention. Molly watched me, sipping her iced tea. “You look like you’re about
Marrissa's point of view I moved carefully through the penthouse as the date to my flight approached. I double-checked every detail of my plans almost every hour.And of course, I made sure Morgan did not suspect anything. I avoided him as much as I could and when I could not, I would just smile, nod, and brush it off like everything was okay. God I could not wait to leave..I needed to breathe. I needed space away from his control, his accusations, his world. And most of all, I needed to figure out who I was without him and I hope to do all that in spain.The day finally came, the day of my flight. That day, I woke up before the sun rose. I moved about carefully. I had already placed my luggage in the trunk of my car the previous night.So, after freshening up, I grabbed the outfit I had set aside the night before, a simple yet elegant white slacks, a light blue blouse, and my beige trench coat. I wanted to look good and confident. Not like a woman running away. After getting dre
Marrissa's point of view I have no one. I can't call Andre. We have not spoken to each other since I left Spain.I can't trust Molly enough. Who knows she might be behind this? Morgan! He is the only one powerful enough to save me, but I definitely can not call him, not after how we ended things. Not after the way, I had left him at the gate and walked away with my chin high but my heart bleeding.“Calm down, Marrissa. "You are overthinking things. "This might be a prank,” I whispered to myself.“Yes, this is definitely a prank.” I tried steadying my breathing and relaxing But then, Luke started driving faster than before and his hands were moving over the dashboard.“Oh God! This is not a prank. "If really, I'm being kidnapped, please let Morgan be my kidnapper and not someone else,” I prayed.Crazy line of prayer, right? But, what would you have me pray for? After all, the devil you know is better than the angel you do not know.“Luke?” I asked again, more firmly this time. “Wher
“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