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
Molly's point of view I saw the confusion in Marrissa’s eyes, and my anger increased like wildfire. I could not tell who I was more angry with. Was it Morgan, Andre, Farrow, or Marrissa herself? How could she be so blind? How could she be so shameless, forcing herself on Morgan as if he were the last man on earth? Her marriage to him had been a mistake from the beginning. When she first told me about the divorce, I knew it was inevitable. It was only a matter of time before Morgan Thornhill discarded her as he did everything else that no longer served his purpose. And now, the fact that she is actually considering going back to him makes my blood boil. I had always known Marrissa to be strong and wise, yet here she was, acting foolish and weak. I refused to believe that she had become one of those women—those pitiful creatures who stayed and suffered under the illusion of love. No, Marrissa was better than that. Or at least, she used to be. Maybe it was the influence of bei
Marrissa's point of view I stared at her, ready to hear whatever she had to say.Molly exhaled loudly, as if this burden was too much for her to bear. “I didn’t want to tell you before, because I knew how much you cared about him. But… Marrissa, Morgan hasn’t exactly been faithful to you.” I frowned. “Okay, what exactly do you know?” She nodded quickly. “I found out a while ago." I just—I didn’t know how to bring it up. But you need to know. He’s been seeing someone else.” A cold chill ran down my spine, but something about the way she said it made me pause. “Who?” Molly blinked. “What?” I leaned in. “Who is he supposedly seeing?” She looked away for a brief second, and that hesitation told me everything I needed to know. “Molly…” I whispered, suddenly feeling on edge. She cleared her throat. “I—her name is Lisa.” Lisa? The name meant nothing to me. “Lisa who?” Molly shifted in her seat. “Just… Lisa. I don’t know her last name. But I’ve seen them together, Marriss
Marrissa's point of view I watched Morgan walk away and sighed in frustration.At this point, my mind was more of a battlefield than an organ. My memories keep clashing with fears, love wrestling with pain. Morgan's words kept ringing in my ears, wrapping around me like a chain I was not sure that I wanted to break. "I need a distraction before I run mad," I whispered, dialing Molly's number. I wanted to be sure she was at home.After confirming she was I booked a ride to her apartment. I closed my eyes all through the journey, forcing back the tears threatening to fall.By the time I arrived at Molly’s apartment, my hands were trembling, my chest tight with everything I had been holding in. I knocked weakly, barely able to stand upright anymore. The door opened almost instantly, and the moment I saw Molly’s familiar face, the last bit of control I had crumbled. “Marrissa?” Her voice was soft, filled with concern. I could not answer. Tears spilled down my cheeks as my body sh
Marrissa's point of view The sound of cheers, laughter, and clinking of glasses filled the grand hall, a symphony of celebration that echoed through the luxurious hotel. The air was thick with joy, and at the center of it all stood Morgan and his father, radiating happiness. Mr. Thornhill, the newly elected governor, was the man of the hour, and rightfully so.I watched them, my heart swelling with joy. Morgan, a man who had spent years under the weight of his father's expectations, now stood beside him, as a silent pillar of strength and pride. He wasn’t smiling, not in the way others were, but I knew him well enough to see the quiet joy in his eyes. This was a victory not just for his father, but for him too.I was happy for them. If any of the candidates deserved to win, it was Mr Thornhill. He had the people’s best interests at heart, and I knew he would bring the kind of change the city needed. He was a powerful force, one I had admired from afar before I ever became entangled i
Mr Thornhill's point of view My governor's campaign was brutal from day one. My two main opponents, Étienne Moreau and Mathieu Lacroix, took politics to a different level.The televised debates were some of the most stressful moments of my life. Moreau spoke with calmness, deflecting criticisms with political finesse. Lacroix was blunt, attacking me for my radical policies and dismissing climate concerns as idealistic. But I fought back. When Moreau insisted Paris needed continuity, I countered, “Stability for whom? "The working class struggling to make rent or the elite profiting from their struggles?” When Lacroix preached economic growth through deregulation, I reminded him that unchecked greed had already made the city too hard for most people. As the election drew closer, the polls showed a tight race between me and Moreau, with Lacroix slightly trailing behind us. The media called it one of the most unpredictable elections in recent history. I knew I had a chance—but I also
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
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
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
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