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
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
Morgan's point of view But instead of going to my room and getting the sleep I craved just a while ago, I went to Marrissa's room.Not to tell her what had just transpired between Farrow and me, but to shield her from everything.I wanted to make a proposition that we relocate immediately. She seemed to have enjoyed her stay in Spain, so Spain could become our new country. I don't mind leaving everything behind. For her, I can rebuild my life from the crash if need be.I paced outside her room for a good five minutes before I knocked.There was no answer.I knocked again, lighter this time.Still nothing.I could hear movement inside, faint and muffled, but she was not coming to the door.I rested my forehead against the wood. “Marrissa,” I said softly, “I just want to talk.”There was silence.I exhaled. Of course, she wasn’t ready. She was probably questioning everything and hell, I didn’t blame her. She had every right to.What if she thought I set this all up? What if she believe