Marrissa's point of view I tried my best to avoid Morgan all through the day. I only went into his office when I knew he wasn't alone and left immediately. I was done.And funny, he maintained his lane too. Maybe he got the memo; I wasn't one to be intimidated or messed with.“Who are you kidding, Marissa?” my inner mind said, but truth be told, I was grateful he didn't bother me, maybe he is a gentleman after all.By closing hours, I was super excited, I still had my job, and my boss didn't murder me as I expected.I danced as I got ready to go home. Putting my things together, I began to sing my favorite song. After making sure everything was in order, I walked out of my office, ready to go home.“Where do you think you are going?” a voice stopped me.I turned around, and it was Morgan, my boss, he was leaning on a table, looking at me with cold eyes.“I guess the rich don't forgive after all," I whispered to myself.“Should I be worried you are going deaf?” Morgan asked.“No…..not
Morgan's point of view I stood up in frustration as soon as Marrissa left my office.My plan had failed again.I really thought she would mess up the presentation.I had prepared a lengthy speech filled with insults to bombard her with.But no, she did extremely well, better than the others.Damn! She is good, no wonder dad insisted I rehire her.But her silence is killing me.I actually thought by now she should have acknowledged our night together, said something about it.Or is she too shy to talk about it?Nah, she doesn't look like the shy type.Didn't she enjoy it as much as I did? How could she just pretend like it had never happened?The more I thought about it, the more angry I became.To think I almost spilled it out myself, and yet she feigned innocence, like she didn't know what I was talking about.Damn you Marrissa, for making a fool out of me, I'll make you pay, I swear.A delicate knock on my door took me out of my thoughts.“Come in,” I said, taking my seat.Someone I d
Marissa's point of view.It's been two hell of a week, my relationship with Morgan has gotten worse with each passing day.I thought my e-mail to him would set matters straight, but it only aggravated the issue.I really don't know why he hates me so much. Anyway, the feeling is mutual now. I feel sorry for whoever ends up as his wife, he is so unbearable.I laid on my bed, exhausted.This week has been crazy. Apart from Morgan's evil ways, I have been feeling under the weather of late."Huff," I exclaimed, recalling the event of the day.Flashback I was sitting in my office, arranging some files on my table, when the office phone rang.Marrissa, get me a cup of coffee, Morgan's voice thundered through the phone."What! There was a coffee maker right in his office. Why tell me to make one for him?" I wondered."I really pray I won't murder you one of these days," I whispered, leaving my office.I went to his office, hoping to get the coffee there instead of going downstairs."Where i
Morgan's point of view.Marrissa, Marrissa, Marrissa, that name keeps ringing in my head.Her face shows up anytime I close my eyes."What? Do you think I'm falling for her?""Nah, you are mistaken. I feel nothing but hatred and anger towards her."Not only has she defiled me on many occasions, she has proven that not all women will fall for me, something I never thought was possible.Every day, I wake up thinking of ways to break her defense, to bend her and to make her realize that there is only one boss, and it is I, Morgan Thornhill."No one crosses me, no one defiles me, no one troubles me….""Except Marrissa Cooper," my inner mind ended the sentence for me.I picked up my phone and dialed a number.Funny, I didn't need to search for her number, I seemed to have it in my head.Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking, and I swear it can never be. She is the last person I would fall in love with, even if my life depended on it.My mind was convinced, but my manhood felt different.
Morgan's point of view I looked around the bar, the place was dimly lit, the sound of low conversation and clinking glasses filling the air. I slid onto a stool at the bar and gestured to the bartender. “Whiskey,” I said. The bartender nodded and poured me a drink without a word. I grabbed the glass, downing half of it in one gulp, allowing the hot taste of the alcohol to burn my throat.I set the glass down and stared at the amber liquid, my mind replaying the doctor’s words over and over again. The conversation hadn’t lasted long, but every detail was burned into my memory.FLASHBACK I got a call from my doctor one Monday morning.Morgan, your test results are out, we need to talk about it immediately, he said."Is there a problem?" I asked, worried at his tone."See me as soon as possible," he said, handing the call.Doctor Allen has always been a man of few words.I'm sure all he wants to do is to complain about my busy schedule and give me a lengthy lecture about how impor
Marissa's point of view I blinked, my eyes opened to a blinding white light.“Where am I? What happened to me? I'm I dead?” My mind raced with so many questions.My head ached with pain, my body felt heavy, and the antiseptic smell in the air wasn’t familiar. I slowly opened my eyes, and looked around, noticing the sterile walls of the hospital room."Hospital? What the hell am I doing here? Did that mother- fucker Morgan do something to me?"“Good, you’re awake,” a voice said beside me,I turned and saw a nurse smiling at me. “How are you feeling?”“What… what happened? I whispered, my voice faint.“You fainted at work,” the nurse explained. “Your handsome boss brought you in. The doctor will be here shortly to explain everything.”“You mean my devilish boss?” I said with a sigh.The nurse walked out of the room and I tried to get up, but couldn't.Fainted? I can’t remember feeling that bad. Before I could process what the nurse said, the door opened, and a doctor walked in, clip
"Where are you taking me to?" I asked Molly dragging my hands away from hers."Look Mar, the key to this puzzle is finding the stranger you had a one-night stand with."I nodded,"so?" I asked."We can find him if we go back to the hotel. You do remember the hotel right," Molly said."Yes I do, but how is going back there going to find him? It is not as if he works there or his face is on the wall of the hotel," I said, walking back to bed."Mar, we can get the CCTV footage of that day," she said, eyes wide open."Oh, that makes sense, but it's a big establishment. Do you think they give their CCTV footage to just anyone that requests it?""There is no harm in trying, besides trust me on this," Molly said, dragging me once more.I followed her not because I was sure the plan would work but because when Molly has an ideal in her head, nothing and no one can sway it away from her.We drove in Molly's car to the hotel.Molly and I walked into the hotel, the polished floors shining under t
Marrissa's point of view "God, please give me a sign, show me what to do." That has been my prayer line since I got the news of my pregnancy.It's been a week now, a very long week. I did nothing than eat and sleep.I declined all calls from my place of work, I just do not care anymore.Thank God for Molly, who kept calling and making sure I was okay.But today was different. I woke up crying and cursing the night I spent with the stranger even more.Whoever he is now an enemy to me. He took advantage of a drunk woman in distress. I should sue his ass."That's if you know who he is, my inner mind said.I stayed in bed crying my eyes out. Later that evening, my stomach growled loudly, pulling me out of bed. Then I realized I had not eaten properly. Nothing in my kitchen cabinet interested me, but I craved something spicy.As I moved to get dressed, I cursed loudly.Imagine my baby craving something I have to spend money on. What happens when I'm out of a job and broke? Who takes care
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
Marrissa's point of view I held the doorknob, needing to get out of that room, away from Morgan, away from the mess of emotions churning inside me. I twisted it hard to the left. Nothing happened. I turned it to the right. Still nothing.I frowned and tried again, this time with more force. The knob did not budge.“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath, refusing to believe it. I twisted and pulled, shook the door, hit the panel with the side of my hand. It did not move. “What the fuck!” I yelled, my voice bouncing off the quiet room. I smacked the door with both hands, as the frustration in me increased.Morgan was standing behind me, watching with an irritating calm. “You may have locked it from the outside,” he said.I turned sharply to face him, fuming. “Are you serious right now?” My arms were crossed tightly across my chest. I was seriously holding back the urge to scream. “Did you do this?”He shrugged, and that annoyed me more than anything. His nonchalant attitude made m
Marrissa's point of view Mr Thornhill gave a wonderful speech after the first dance. Morgan looked at me and smiled, then, without a word, he took my hand.The moment he took my hand and led me away from the glowing ballroom, I did not resist. Not because I was still not mad. Oh no, I was furious, but something in his touch made it hard to pull away.His fingers were warm, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.We walked in silence through the quiet hallway, away from the music and laughter. I did not ask where we were going. I didn’t really care. I needed a moment to breathe, to escape all the people congratulating him, calling him “Son of a governor,” like he was royalty. And me—just standing there, smiling politely while he introduced me to everyone as his wife.Wife.I pinched him the first time he said it, hoping it was a mistake. A slip of the tongue, maybe. But he kept doing it. Over and over. “This is my wife, Marrissa.” Like it was the most natural thing in the world.We s
Marrissa's point of view I took my time preparing for the event. Not only because I wanted to impress Morgan and everyone else at Mr Thornhill celebratory, but also because tonight, more than anything, I wanted to feel confident. I wanted to be in control.The deep emerald gown I chose clung to my body in all the right places. It was off-shoulder, with a tasteful slit and a cascading train that followed like a whisper behind me. My hair was styled into a sleek low bun, a few curled strands framing my face. I kept my jewelry simple—just a pair of diamond studs and a thin bracelet that caught the light when I moved.After one last glance in the mirror, I drew in a deep breath. I told myself I was beautifully ready.But nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me the moment I stepped downstairs.Morgan stood at the bottom of the staircase, dressed in a black velvet tuxedo that looked as if it had been tailored just for him. His hair was slicked back neatly, and the glin
Morgan's point of view It was two days to the celebratory party and the mansion felt more alive than usual. Florists walked in and out with different arrangements of flowers. Catering staff bustled in the kitchen, and the faint sound of jazz floated through the hallway from the audio team doing a sound check. Preparations for the celebratory party were in full swing, and somehow, I found myself stuck with Marrissa.Not that I was complaining, far from it. But working this closely with her almost madee insane with want for her.She moved around with quiet control, clipboard in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed in focus as she coordinated the team setting up the ballroom. Her voice was soft, yet firm commanded attention without effort. There was something magnetic about watching her work. It reminded me why she had impressed my father, why she had once captivated me, and why—despite everything—I can not to stay away from her.“Are you going to help or just stand there pretending
Morgan's point of view After our meeting with the event planner, Marrissa started to avoid me. Again.I had spent the last thirty minutes searching for her in my father’s mansion, only to be met with empty rooms and dead silence. It was driving me insane.I wasn’t used to this—chasing.I wasn’t used to needing something and not getting it.And yet, here I was, pacing the hallways like a damn lunatic, my heart pounding harder with every empty space I found.Finally, I found her in the garden.She was sitting on a stone bench, with her arms wrapped around herself. She was staring at the fountain like it held the answers to the universe. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over her skin, making her look almost beautiful.She didn’t hear my footsteps as I got closer to her, or maybe she just pretended not to. Either way, I took the moment to study her. The way her shoulders were tense. The way her fingers curled around the fabric of her dress, like she was trying to hold herself fr
Marrissa's point of view As I watched Morgan walk away, I let out a slow, frustrated sigh, pressing my fingers against my temples. “I was supposed to be gone by now,” I whispered to myself.After my ice-cream date with Molly, I took time to think about what Molly said, and I concluded she was right. I couldn't stay here, I shouldn't. I had spent the remainder of the day planning my escape—carefully going over every detail to make sure no one, especially Morgan, would find me. I was ready. So sure that by this time the next day, I would be far away from Paris, far away from Morgan and everything about him, far away from my past.But now? Now I was stuck.I flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. How did I let this happen?I wasn’t stupid—I knew staying, even for a few days, was dangerous. Not just because of Morgan’s unpredictable nature but because of my own heart.I sighed again, rolling onto my stomach, hugging a pillow to my chest. I just need to get throu
Morgan's point of view I barely remember the drive back to my father’s mansion. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary and my foot pressed harder on the gas pedal than was safe. My mind was a mess, tangled between fear and hop Marrissa had to be there. “It's possible she went back to Dad's mansion to rest. She could have gotten tired of the serene at the hotel and wanted a change of environment.” That thought was the only thing that kept me sane.As soon as I pulled up, I didn’t even bother parking properly. I flung the car door open and ran into the house. My heart pounded against my ribs as I took the stairs two at a time, my only thought being, “please let her be here.” I reached her door and pushed it open without knocking. And the emptiness inside her room hit me hard.The sight of the neatly made bed and untouched belongings sent a sharp wave of panic through me. I called her again, pressing the phone to my ear, my pulse hammering. Still no reply. I