Marrissa's point of view I watched Morgan walk away, his shoulders so stiff , his face tense and I just could not hold back my tears anymore. They flowed freely now, no longer restrained by the false composure I had worn all day. But it was not just the fact that he was leaving me behind that broke me—it was how he left. Even when he was beside me, he felt distant. His voice when saying the vows had been so strained, like he was forcing the words iut of his mouth, the words were so cold. The way his eyes had looked at me when he lifted my veil—it was so full of disgust, and calling me a shameless whore broke me into many pieces.If only he would listen. Just listen to my explanation. But Morgan Thornhill was definitely not the kind of man who entertained explanations.“Well, Marissa,” you need to make him hear you,” my inner voice whispered.I swallowed hard and nodded to myself. Yes, I needed to find a way. No matter how impossible it seemed, I had to get through to him. “Mad
Marrissa's point of view A thought suddenly crossed my mind, and I hurried downstairs, my heart beating with urgency.I could not afford to waste any time, though the dimly lit corridors of the house seemed to conspire against me. Twice, I ended up in the wrong hallway, frustration bubbling up with every wrong turn. “Where is it?” I whispered under my breath, turning another corner only to see the same ornate painting for the third time. “What the hell?” I almost screamed loudly.“Madam?” I turned to see Clara, the head maid, standing a few feet away. Her stern but kind face softened as she saw my frustrated look. “Thank God,” I sighed, walking up to her. “Clara, I need your help.” “With what?” she asked, her brows knitting together. “Should you not be resting, Madam?” “I can not rest right now,” I said quickly. “I have a plan. Something important.” I hesitated for a moment, then said, “I want to cook dinner for Morgan.” Her eyes widened. “Cook dinner?” she repeated, as
Farrow’s point of view “Oh, what a day!” I exclaimed, stretching lazily on the soft, luxurious couch in my bedroom. It was so comfortable that I almost sank into it completely, feeling its warmth against my skin. I deserved this moment—this peace after such a fulfilling day.“Will you be careful?” I snapped suddenly, glaring down at the maid massaging my feet. Without thinking twice, I shoved her back. She gasped, recoiling in fright, her hands trembling as though she had been burned.I watched her cower, her small frame practically folding into itself, and I felt a twinge of satisfaction. She had done nothing wrong—she had been as careful and precise as always. But I enjoyed the sight of people cowering before me, their faces tightening with fear. I chuckled, a dark, wicked sound that echoed around the room like a bell tolling doom.But it was not the maid that had me in such a good mood. No, my laughter was for something far sweeter: Marrissa’s face. The memory of it lit up my mind
Morgan's point of view “Morgan, this… this is not exactly what happened,” Marrissa stammered, her voice shaking as she watched the video on my phone.She looked at me, searching for some hint of understanding, some way to reach me.I leaned back on my table, crossing my arms. “Really?” I said, my tone sharp. “Then why don’t you enlighten me, Marrissa? Tell me how it happened.” My voice was cold, filled with disgust. She could see it in my face, feel it.“For one,” she started, her voice trembling, “Farrow hit me first. I diid not do anything to her. She… she was saying all these horrible things about me. She said I was trying to seduce you for your wealth, Morgan! I could.not take it. I—”I did not care what she said. Her excuses, her desperate attempt to turn the truth—it all fell on deaf ears. Her voice became background noise. I was not interested in her lies. I sat there, letting her words wash over me, unbothered, unmoved.When she finally stopped talking, her chest rising and fa
Marrissa's point of view The cold sunk deep into my skin, making me shiver as I leaned back against the rough stone wall of the estate. My hands were trembling, though I was not sure if it was from the cold or the whirlwind of emotions that had been churning inside me since Morgan shoved me out like I was nothing. Like I was a nobody. The night had been unkind, leaving me restless on the cold, hard ground. Sleep had practically ran away from me, no matter how tightly I wrapped my arms around myself in a desperate attempt to find some warmth, the cold enveloped me like a blanket.God , how I hate this man, I suddenly missed by small apartment and most of all my wornout bed. It was must better than this.“Good morning, madam,” a voice greeted.Startled, I turned to see a young maid standing a few feet away, her head bowed respectfully. “Good morning,” I replied hoarsely, straightening myself. “How are you doing?” “I’m fine, madam” she said, her voice timid. Her eyes remained fixe
Marrissa's point of view The cab moved gently, the city lights flickering through the window as I wiped yet another tear from my cheek. My throat was raw from crying, but I could not stop. The weight of everything felt suffocating, like a slow, strong tide pulling me under. My hands trembled in my lap, clutching my bag tightly, as if holding onto it could somehow hold me together. I was on my way to Molly's apartment. She was the only one I could think of—the only person who could make sense of the mess my life had become. I did not even know if shw would be home, but I had no one else. The cab came to a stop, and I stared at Molly’s house for a moment, trying to summon the strength to get out. My legs felt like jelly as I stepped onto the pavement and walked to her door. My fingers moved over the wood for a second before I knocked, each knock on the door carrying the last bit of strength I had. The door opened, Molly came out, looking confused and worried. "Marrissa? What ar
Marrissa's point of view My head was pounding with a severe headache, my body heavy and my mouth dry as sandpaper. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was, the room was still dark, very unfamiliar, and strangely quiet. Panic set in as I blinked against the dull light, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I pushed myself upright, the bed creaking slightly beneath me. My stomach turned with nausea, and the faint scent of lavender in the air only added to the disorientation.My clothes. Where were my clothes? I looked around, my heart pounding faster. The last thing I remembered was being at the bar with Molly. Molly! God, where was she? I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet meeting the cold floor as I frantically scanned the room for my phone. Nothing. No phone, no clothes—nothing of mine seemed to be here.My heart raced as I froze, suddenly hearing the sound of footsteps approaching from somewhere down the hall. I sat perfectly still, barely breathi
Morgan's point of view The clock mocked me as I stared at it for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. Four hours. Not almost four—four damned hours since Marrissa had walked out of the house with no explanation, no message, nothing. My anger boiled, threatening to spill over as I paced round my study, trying—failing—to keep calm.Where could she have gone? No, “who could she have gone to?” The answer whispered itself cruelly into my mind: “her lover, of course.” That pathetic little man who dared think he could share what was mine. My fists clenched as I imagined his stupid face, self-satisfied smile. Marrissa had sworn yesterday that it was all a misunderstanding. She had tried to beg me to believe her. But how could I? How could she expect me to trust her when she was out again, doing God knows what with God knows who?I pulled out my phone and called one of my men, my voice sharp and demanding. “Find her. Now.” I did not have to elaborate—they knew better than to ask
Morgan's point of view I sensed trouble the moment I saw Farrow walk into the hall. It was not just the way she carried herself, all poised and confident, as if she had just won some grand victory, it was the look in her eyes. A dangerous glow in her eyes told me she was up to no good.But nothing could have prepared me for the utter nonsense she spewed out next. "Pregnant," she had said, smiling like she just made a happy announcement. And just like that, everyone in the hall became confused. As for me, I almost laughed. No, I actually did laugh. A bitter, humorless sound that barely made it past my lips before anger flooded in. I would never father a child with Farrow Hudson. The very idea was disgusting. Unthinkable. Especially not now that everything is fine with me and Marrissa.But the scary thing is, even as my mind screamed that it was not possible, a whisper of doubt crawled its way into my thoughts. What if—just what if—she was telling the truth? I shook my head v
Farrow's point of view The hall suddenly fell into a suffocating silence, one that shocked me.Just some moments ago, there had been soft music playing, everyone was chattering happily, and some were even making toast, clinking their glasses gently, but now… nothing, everyone just looked sad and worried. Every eye was on me. Some wide with shock, others narrowed in disbelief, and a few whispering behind cupped hands.I felt the weight of their stares pressing down on me, but I didn’t understand why.I laughed loudly, the sound of my laughter hollow in the quiet hall. “What?” I asked, raising my hands slightly, as if the answer would materialize out of thin air. “Why is everyone looking at me like that?”No one responded. The silence dragged on.“Why is everyone sad?” I asked again, my voice rising just a little. “This is supposed to be good news, not… not whatever this is. Why are you all staring at me like I just said something awful?”Still nothing, no one responded. “Okay,” I s
Morgan's point of view I was surprised to see dad’s call early the next morning. “Good morning dad”, “Morning son, where are you?” *Am at home ”,what's up?" I asked. "There is an important project I want us to discuss now, I was you to come over this morning ”, dad said. “Can't we discuss it some other time?”, I asked. “No”, he replied immediately.“Okay, I'll be on my way, but please I need it to be brief, I promised to stay with Marrissa today”, I said before ending the phone. I sat for a moment wondering “why dad didn't wish me a happy birthday," has he forgotten about my birthday? “ I scrolled through my messages and no message came from anyone.Anyways, Marrissa gave be the most wonderful birthday gift already, one that surpasses anything anyone could give me. I smiled as my mind went back to all Marrissa said and did yesterday. I couldn't help but smile again,” I'm the luckiest of all men”, I said standing up to get ready. By the time I got to my dad's house it was alr
Marrissa's point of view I slept like a baby in Morgan's hand. My heartbeat was matching his, I felt so blessed being loved by a name like him. I woke up in the morning and looked at myself in the mirror, the necklace hanging on my neck was so beautiful, “I'm sure he spent a fortune on this”, I thought to myself. I looked at the engagement ring and smiled. “I can't wait to show it off at work”, I whispered. The buzz of my phone startled me. It was a message from Kathy. “Oh shoot !I need to get back to the mansion. It was the day before his birthday party and the decoration of his house would begin very early tomorrow. I went downstairs and saw him in the kitchen. I stood at a corner watching him cook. “It's lovely watching you cook”, I said walking towards him. “Hey darling, Good morning, " he said , pecking my check. "Hope your night was splendid?" , he asked. "Very” , I said smiling."So Morgan, I was thinking we should spend the day at home, I would ike to host you today”.
Morgan's point of view I suspected something was going on, the excitement surrounding Marrissa was something else. I asked her what her excitement was about, and with a smiling face she said nothing. Of course, I didn't believe her, I saw her on a number of occasions discussing with Kathy and Siri, always whispering and giggling. I asked Kathy and Siri what's going on, and they said nothing was going on. I gave up. So that afternoon, I took my phone and dialed a number. “Hello Mark”. “Hello Mr Thornhill”, he replied on the other line. “Is my baby ready for pickup”, I asked. “All set sir.” “Okay, I'll be right there”. Taking my keys, I drove to Imperial valley. “Good afternoon Mr Thornhill”, the secretary greeted, smiling seductively. “Hey Jane, how's work?”, I said, walking into Mark's office. We shook hands and I sat on a chair facing him. “Your baby is ready and I must say she is dazzling to behold”. I smiled, “I can't wait to see her”, I said. “Did you put the stuff I asked f
Marrissa's point of view The ride back home was a joyfull one. Morgan would not keep his mouth shut, he kept talking in excitement about how surprised he is.“You deserve it son,” Mr Thornhill said and I nodded.He thank me for the millionth time that evening.When we got to Morgan's mansion, Mr Thornhill took me aside and whispered something in my ears.”We need to give Morgan a surprise birthday party soon, he has a lot to celebrate. I leave you to organize everything”, he said before his driver drove off. I got so excited, I'm going to organize a very big surprise party for my love,I thought. I couldn't get to sleep as my mind raced with everything I needed to do to make Morgan's birthday party a big celebration.The next day,I got to work and immediately got to the office.I made a list of everything I'll need for the occasion. During lunch, I told Katie and Siri about my plan. They were excited to be involved in the plan. On our drive home, Morgan kept asking me what was excit
Farrow's point of view I wiggled my legs in joy, holding my wine glass high.“Congratulations to us,” I said, dancing in joy.Morgan just won the WBA award and that makes us automatically richer.“Oh yeah,” I danced, watching him go up the stage to get the award.“Go baby,” I screamed. And there he was, my Morgan Thornhill, standing tall and powerful, accepting the award on behalf of Thornhill Enterprises. His suit was sharp, and his presence alone was commanding.But suddenly,my happy mood turned sour, bitter even.But it wasn’t Morgan that made my blood boil. It was a name he just called.Marrissa. What! Why the fuck does he need her on stage.Why praise her, she is a goddamn secretary,she is doing her job.I can't understand this.She stood by his side, her arm looped through his like she belonged there — like she was the one meant to stand next to him in that moment of victory. She smiled up at him, her wide and stupid mouth, like a mindless sheep just happy to be petted. I c
Marrissa's point of view Today is the big day.The day we have all been waiting for. The WBA ceremony.Of course I looked my best as usual. Okay scratch that, but I did look beautiful thanks to Morgan.We rode together as a family, I, Morgan and Mr Thornhill in one of his limousines.Morgan held my hand all through the drive and he kept stealing glances at me and anytime our eyes met he winks at me.I blushed in embarrassment, feeling like a high school girl again.We got to the venue right in time for the red carpet.The red carpet shined beneath my heels,it was like a river of scarlet that seemed to stretch endlessly ahead. Cameras flashed, reporters murmured while moving everywhere, the entire air buzzed with that familiar mix of excitement and tension.The WBA ceremony is not an ordinary award ceremony. It is an event when the most powerful companies in the industry fought not just for recognition, but for dominance. And yet, as I stepped onto the carpet, I felt every eye shift
Morgan's point of view I could not stop thinking about my date with Marrissa. It wasn’t like any other date I had ever had. It was… different. She was different. The way she smiled, the way she challenged me without fear, the way she made my heart race like I was a teenager with a crush for the first time, it was all consuming.I hated the fact that it took me this long to realize this how perfect she is. Just thinking about how many moments I let slip through my fingers before finally seeing her for more than just my secretary made me angry at myself. But now, there was no going back.A sudden ping from my phone broke my thoughts.It was a reminder.WBA Ceremony — Tomorrow.Damn. I had almost forgotten about the event. Marrissa had taken over my mind, and my heart.Without a second thought, I decided to get something nice for her for the event. Not just because I wanted us to look good together, but because I needed the world to see her — not as my secretary, not as some background f