Morgan's point of view The days that followed was filled with press conferences, public appearances, and carefully orchestrated interviews. Marrissa and I became part of my father’s election campaign. We paraded in front of cameras, smiling on command, and playing the part of a strong and united couple. At first, it was unbearable. Marrissa and I had barely spoken before this mess, and now we were expected to stand together, hand in hand, while the world scrutinized our every move. But something strange happened. Living together again, spending time side by side changed a lot of of things. I didn't realized just how much I missed her presence until I had no choice but to be around her constantly. Marrissa had always had this fire in her, this independence that drove me crazy because I wanted to protect her, to claim her. But soon, I started appreciating the same things I once hated in her, and the little things I don't notice in the past. Like the way she hummed under her br
Marrissa's point of view Everything that had happened since the beginning of the week had been overwhelming. Morgan’s change in behavior was confusing. One moment, he was still the same arrogant, controlling man I had come to expect, and the next, he was… different. Thoughtful, even considerate. And I did not know what to do. A part of me wanted to believe that he had truly changed, that this new version of him was real and that it would last forever. That maybe, just maybe, he was capable of being the kind of man I had always wished for. But another part of me—” the smarter part", I must say, knew better. Men like Morgan did not change overnight. This was definitely a temporary act, a pretense he would soon get tired of. And if I let myself fall for it, if I allowed myself to believe he was different, I would only end up hurting myself again. I need to be careful. I need to protect myself from Morgan and heartbreak. Just then, a sharp pain twisted through my stomac
Morgan's point of view The second Marrissa whispered that she needed a pad, my brain momentarily shut down. Of all the things I had anticipated when she locked herself in the restroom, this was not even on the list. Marrissa was always prepared for everything. She is meticulous, calculating and never caught off guard. But now, she was stuck there, lost, and she needed me to help her. The old me would have laughed, maybe even thrown a sarcastic comment about her being irresponsible. But something in the way she hesitated before telling me, the uncertainty in her voice made my chest tighten. She thought I would mock her. That stung more than I cared to admit. I cleared my throat, pushing back my usual sharp tongue. “Alright. What brand?” She told me, her voice barely above a whisper, and before she could finish, I turned and bolted out of the hallway, moving faster than I had in years. The moment I stepped outside, the cool night air hit me, but I barely felt it. I pull
Marrissa's point of view I stepped out of the restroom, my body still aching from the cramps. Morgan was still waiting outside, his tall frame tense, his eyes immediately locked into mine the moment I came out. Before I could even take another step, he rushed to my side, his hands hovering near my arms as if he expected me to collapse at any second. "Are you okay now? Has the pain subsided?" he asked, his voice filled with an urgency that caught me off guard. I barely had time to answer before I noticed the way a few women passing by smiled at us, their eyes moving between Morgan and me. The heat of embarrassment rushed to my cheeks. I cleared my throat and gestured to him to calm down. "I'm fine," I whispered, embarrassed by the scene we were unintentionally causing. Morgan ignored my discomfort and leaned in closer. His voice lowered as he asked, "Have you taken the pain reliever?" I nodded. "Okay… Can you walk properly?" I sighed, giving him an exasperated look. "Of
Marrissa's point of view Instead, he sat beside me, his large hand moving to rub slow, comforting circles on my stomach. I should have told him to stop. But I didn't. Because, at that moment, it felt… nice. When I woke up the next morningI stayed still, barely breathing as I stared at the man beside me. Morgan Thornhill. The man who had once been my greatest source of pain was now lying there, his hand resting protectively on my stomach as if he had every right to be close to me. I should have moved. I should have pushed his hand away. But I didn't. Instead, I looked at him. I looked at his face, so peaceful in sleep, so different from the sharp-edged man I was used to. His breathing was calm, his lashes casting faint shadows against his skin. “Why are you doing this, Morgan?” I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as last night’s memories rushed back. The way he had held me when I couldn’t stand, the way he had made me soup in the middle of the night, the wa
Marrissa's point of view I made it to my room, shutting the door behind me,I leaned against it, my heart still pounding from Morgan’s words. "I’ll prove it to you, Marrissa." What did he mean by that? What is he trying to prove? That he cared about me? That he has changed? Or that he is not the cold, arrogant man I knew him to be? That would be really hard to believe. In fact , I could not believe it. I have spent so long keeping my guard up, refusing to let him in. Because every time I did, he always found a way to hurt me. To push me away. To make me feel small. But last night… Last night, he had stayed.He had taken care of me like I was something precious. And now, here I was, shaken to my core because of it. I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. I need to stop overthinking this. Maybe Morgan was just being decent for once. Maybe he felt guilty. Maybe he saw me in pain and couldn’t turn away like any human would do.That didn’t mean he cared. That didn’t mean
Morgan's point of view I watched as Marrissa walked away, her figure growing smaller with each step along the shoreline. The waves washed over the sand, erasing her footprints, much like she was trying to erase me from her life.The finality of her words rang in my ears."Let's just stick to the divorce plan."I should have expected it. Marrissa had every reason to walk away from me. But hearing those words come from her still hit harder than I wanted to admit.The wind blew violently, carrying the scent of salt and something bitter, my regret. My hands clenched at my sides as I watched her disappear over the dunes, heading back to the estate. I could chase after her. Tell her that she was making a mistake. That I was not ready to let her go.But I didn’t.Because I knew her.Marrissa wasn’t the type to make empty threats. When she made a decision, she stuck to it. And tonight, she had made hers.With a sharp sigh, I turned my eyes back to the ocean, staring at the endless stretch of
Mr Thornhill's point of view The weight of leadership is a heavy one, but I have carried it for decades. From building my business empire to navigating the treacherous waters of politics, I have learned that true power requires patience, resilience, and the right people by my side.My bid for governor was no different. It requires careful planning and strategy. That was why I called Morgan back to Paris. And, much to his surprise, I made sure Marrissa was involved as well.My son had always been brilliant, but he was arrogant, emotional, and stubborn. I had raised him to be a leader, yet he had a tendency to act before thinking, especially when it came to Marrissa. She was his greatest weakness and, ironically, his greatest strength. I knew that if I wanted him to focus, I had to bring her back.From the moment we announced my candidacy, the game had changed. The media swarmed around us, my opponents sharpened their knives, and every detail of my life was suddenly under scrutiny. I ha
“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
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