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
Morgan's point of view I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my forehead with the palm of my hand. The week had been hell, pure and simple. Every second grated on my nerves, and everyone around me seemed determined to drive me over the edge. Marrissa’s absence only made things worse. With her gone, I was forced to work with a temporary secretary who couldn’t get anything right. Every single task she handled ended up a mess. I was sick of cleaning up after her, sick of explaining things she should’ve figured out by now. But that wasn’t what bothered me the most. Marrissa had vanished without warning, and her silence burned me more than I wanted to admit. She hadn’t told me she was leaving, hadn’t given any notice. Her phone was off most of the time, and when it wasn’t, she ignored my calls. It was like she’d disappeared from the universe completely. I got up and started pacing my office, trying to shake off the frustration that had settled in my chest. The questions wouldn’t stop
Marrissa's point of view I could barely sleep throughout the night. Every time I closed my eyes, nightmares clawed their way into my mind, dark and fearful. Disturbed thoughts kept me tossing and turning, leaving me wide awake for most of the night. By the time morning came, I felt like a shell of myself. My head throbbed, the pounding headache so intense I thought it might split open. But I didn’t let it stop me. My mind was made up—there was no turning back now.Bringing a child into this world without proper planning is a sin, I told myself over and over as I got ready. The words became my mantra, my only comfort. I convinced myself that I was doing the right thing, even though something deep inside me screamed otherwise. But I ignored it. I dressed quickly, pulling my jacket tighter around me as if it could shield me from the weight of my decision. Then, I stepped out into the brisk morning air, heading to the pharmacy a few blocks away. The pharmacy was small and familiar. I
Morgan's point of view “What’s this?” I asked, my tone colder now.“It’s none of your business,” Marrissa snapped, reaching for it, but I held it out of her reach.“Marissa,” I said, “Is this what I think it is?”She said nothing, her eyes fixed on the floor. "Are you trying to kill an innocent child?" I asked. I could see the tears swelling at the back of her eyes.“Don't fall for it, Morgan," my inner mind said.“Oh how you disgust me,” I said, my tone sharper.She raised her eyes to look at me and I saw something flashed, anger, pain, sadness, but I didn't care.“Satisfy my curiosity Marrissa, why would you want to hurt something as cute as a baby?” I asked, my tone softer.“Could it be because you are involved with so many men that you are not sure who the father is?”“Or that you enjoy your immoral lifestyle so much that you feel bearing a child would disrupt your business.....”Marrissa didn't let my words drop before landing me a slap.“How dare you, she fumed, you have no ri
Morgan's point of view I sat in my car, looking at the entrance of the hotel, Marrissa and Jack were in for almost two hours.What the hell are they still doing inside, I thought for the millionth time in those two hours.Because of the hotel's policy, I could not go in, I had not made any reservation.By eight in the evening, I drove to one of my secret apartments, the same one my men had kept Glow.The tension in the room increased the moment I stepped in. I could see the shock on Glow's face. When she looked up at me, her shock turned into fear..She should be, because I was not smiling. There was no sign of warmth in my expression, just cold impatience."Start talking," I said, my tone sounding sharper, I went straight to the point. I had no time for games, no time for excuses. I want the truth, every word of it. That's what I came for, and I was not leaving without it.Glow stared at me, frozen in her seat. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. She was trembling, she closed her
Glow's point of view Jane and I stepped out of the house and the cool night air did nothing to calm the heat burning in our chest. Her car was parked a distance away from the house. Jane dug in her bag for her keys, and when she found it, dhe looked at me. "Ready?" she asked, her voice sounding low. I knew she was scared too.I have my plan in my head, but I wanted to be far off from Jane before accomplishing it. Her safety is very important to me at this point.So, I nodded. But before climbing into the car, I ran toward her, suddenly overcome with everything I wanted to say but had never been able to. Tears blurred my vision as the words tumbled out, raw and messy."Thank you. Thank you for everything. For staying by my side when I lost my sister, for giving me a home when I had none. I wanted so badly to repay you, Jane, but instead, I just brought more chaos into your life. I'm sorry." My voice broke on the last word, and I could not stop the tears from falling.Jane placed her
Glow's point of view I stood frozen in the door of the bathroom, my heart was beating in my chest as I watched Jane tremble. One of the men had his hand around her throat threatening her. I wanted to scream, to jump out and stop him, but fear pinned me in place. I had brought this trouble into Jane’s life. She did not deserve any of this, and now she was paying for my mistakes. My throat tightened, and hot tears fell down my cheeks.“You better talk, or you would not get to talk again. Where’s Glow?”The man snarled, shaking her violently.Jane’s hands shook as she raised them weakly. For a terrifying second, I thought she might point to the bathroom where I was hiding. My stomach twisted and intense heat rushed through my body immediately. Would she betray me? Where do I to from here? But then, to my relief and amazement, she pointed toward the door.“She left for work a few hours ago,” Jane said, her voice shaky but firm enough to sound believable.I let out a silent breath of rel
Glow's point of view "Jeez!” I screamed, falling off the chair I was sitting on. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear anything else. I held my chest, trying to catch my breath, as the sound of laughter filled the room. I turned around to find Jane, my best friend, bending over, laughing so hard she had to hold her stomach.“What the fuck did you do that for?” I shouted, still trying to steady myself. My pulse was racing, and I was half a second away from throwing something at her.“I’m sorry!” she said between fits of laughter. “But seriously, Glow, what were you thinking about? I have been standing here for nearly fifteen minutes, and you did not even notice me!”I sighed, brushing myself off as I stood from the ground. “You would not understand,” I said, avoiding her gaze. Jane stopped laughing, and her expression shifted into one of concern. She stepped closer to me, her voice sounding serious. “Come on. Talk to me. What’s going on?”I shook my head, feeling the we
Marrissa's point of view I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw Morgan’s car behind mine. I smiled faintly although I was boiling with anger inside of me. “Who does he think he is?” The thought irritated me to no end. He always acted as though he had the right to do whatever he pleased while expecting me to live within the boundaries he created. Men like Morgan infuriated me—their arrogance, their double standards. The truth was, I agreed to meet Jack tonight for two reasons. First, to apologize for Morgan’s disgraceful behavior at the party the other night. Jack did not deserve to be treated the way Morgan had treated him. And second? I wanted to pass the time. But now, knowing Morgan was following me, his desperation only made me more determined to lean into this—to follow through with the evening, maybe even enjoy myself a little. If he wanted to stalk me like a possessive fool, fine. Let him. I pulled into the driveway of the upscale hotel, parking smoothly in one of the va
Morgan's point of view My feet felt very heavy as I stood on the same spot, frozen, watching Marrissa walk away. Her words rang in my ears, sharp and cutting me deeply. My heart still hurts from the force of them. I refused to believe what she had just said. No, she could never have gone out with another man that night. It was not true. It could not be. But the look in her eyes, the calmness in her voice, told a story I was not ready to hear. My chest tightened, and I reached for my phone, wanting to solve this mystery immediately. I need an answer, an explanation that would keep me from going insane. If anyone could explain what was happening, it was Glow, she was right there and everything changed after I left her and Farrow in the party. So, I dialed her number. But there was no answer. I called again. Nothing. I tried a third time, and by now, frustration and anger was building like a storm inside me. Glow was avoiding me; that much was clear now. If she was not answering,
Marrissa's point of view “Hey, Mar,” Molly’s concerned voice came through the phone,I could definitely hear the worry in her voice.“Hey, Mol,” I replied, trying to sound casual even though my heart was bleeding.“How are you holding up? I saw the news online and thought I should check on you,” she said.News? What news? I thought , but then my heart skipped a beat. Wait, did someone publish Morgan and Farrows pictures? I had not seen them yet, but I know that must be what Molly was referring to.“Oh,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “So it’s out, then.”“I’m here if you need someone to talk to,” Molly offered, her voice filled with kindness.“Thanks, Mol. I’ll stop by your place later today.”“I’ll be waiting. And please do not think too much of it, okay? You know it’s not your fault.”I smiled faintly, nodding my head. “I know, Mol. I’m fine, really. Thanks.” I said.“Okay, love,” she said softly and hung up.I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone was still in my hand and my brain to
Farrow’s point of view “Fool!” I said loudly the moment Morgan stepped out of my rented apartment. The words echoed in the room. I jumped on the bed and smiled, satisfied with everything that had happened.“Oh, Farrow Hudson, aren’t you just a genius?” I said to myself, laughing as I kicked my legs into the air like a child. The way I was feeling at that moment was intoxicating. Victory had a sweet flavor, and I was enjoying every drop.I crossed my legs and leaned back, letting the bed creak beneath me as I smiled to myself. I had outplayed them. and I had won. I planned it perfectly and it played out better than I had even imagined. I have perfectly worked my way into Morgan’s life—whether he wanted me there or not.I reached for my phone on the bedside table and scrolled through my contacts until I found the number I needed. My hired photographer. The man who had made my plan even more perfect.The call connected after a few rings.“You did a brilliant job,” I said smoothly, not w
Morgan's point of view I stood across from my dad, feeling the weight of his gaze piercing through me. My head was pounding, my thoughts were scattered, but I had to keep it together. I took a deep breath and finally spoke. “Dad, as crazy as this sounds, I have no idea how I ended up there,” I said, trying to sound convincing. He leaned back in his chair, his expression flat but his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, of course, Morgan. And because I’m such a gullible idiot, I’m supposed to believe you, right?” “Someone must have done something to my drink,” I said firmly. “The last thing I remember is telling Marrissa to wait outside while I went back in to get my car keys. After that…” My voice faltered as an unwelcome name floated into my mind. “Glow,” I whispered, the name like poison on my tongue. Dad’s raised an eyebrow. “Glow?” Ignoring him, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed her number. It rang and rang before going to voicemail. I tried again, and the same