All Chapters of Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Marrissa's point of view I left Mr Thornhill's mansion and walked to my car with a bitter mission. Jack Stone would learn that not all women could be manipulated or played with.I ignited my car engine and drove to his office. Good thing he gave me his card during the Governor's party. I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white and my foot pressed harder on the gas as I sped toward Stone Enterprises. My heart was beating like a war drum, and my mind replayed every single mistake that led me here. “How could I have been so blind? I trusted Jack so much that I let my guard down.” Jack had played me. Used me. Stolen from me. And now, I was going to make him regret it.I barely noticed the blur of streetlights flashing past me. Rage burned hot in my veins, sharper than anything I had felt before. I was not even this angry when Morgan threw my things out of the penthouse, or even when he looked me in the eyes and called me a betrayal.No, this was different.In Mor

Marrissa's point of view My alarm rang loudly, blaring through the silence of my room. I groaned, reaching out blindly to silence it, but I knew I could not afford even a minute of extra sleep. I had three days—just three days—to put together a solid project for the WBA and submit it before the deadline. Dragging myself out of bed, I moved on autopilot, showering and dressing as quickly as possible. Even though I was very tired,I pushed myself through it. I had no choice. By the time I went downstairs, Mr. Thornhill was already seated at the dining table, he was holding a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other hand. He looked up as I walked in, and he was surprised to see me downstairs so early. "You are up early," he said, setting the newspaper down. "Are you going to the office this early?" "Yes, sir," I replied, grabbing my bag. "I have a lot to do." His sharp gaze lingered on me for a moment, like he wanted to say something, but then he just nodded. "Go

Morgan's point of view By the time I finished adding some adjustments to Marrissa’s project and submitted it, I was already ten minutes past the deadline.I leaned back in my chair, and rubbed my temples in frustration and sadness.I felt it was too late. Too late for everything. This was all my fault. If I had just listened to her that day she came to my office with her project, if I had put aside my anger for just a moment, we could have worked on it together. We would have had plenty of time to finish it properly and submit it on time. But I had not listened. I had let my pride get in the way, and now we were paying for it.I sighed and closed my eyes, even now all I could see was her lying on the floor, unconscious.My chest tightened at the picture. That image had been burned into my mind since I came out of the hospital. She had almost lost her child. My child.The weight of that truth sat heavy on my shoulders making me feel guilty.I sat for almost an hour, trying to concentr

Farrow's point of view My dad’s death has shattered me in ways I can not explain. It was not just the grief that came with his passing that hurt me, it was the financial imbalance that followed. That was what truly broke me. The next day after dad was buried, everything began to crumble. His businesses, his assets, his properties, everything was frozen by the police. They shut it all down in the name of an investigation, locking me out of the life I had always known. Some of Dad’s so-called friends had given me money, but it was nothing compared to having control of everything at your disposal. I was not the one pulling the strings anymore. I was not the daughter of a powerful man—I was just an ordinary girl with no wealth, no influence, and soon, no option than to work just to survive. I shook my head, rejecting the very thought. I can never work just to survive, besides I have no skill whatsoever so who would employ someone like me.And do you know my maids left even before da

Farrow's point of view I came back home from school and heard my mom screaming. My dad was shouting right back, their voices was high and clashing in a way that had become all too familiar to me and everyone who lived here with us. Mom was crying—again. Sounds embarrassing right? Well that was the kind of environment I grew up in. I couldn't even invite my friends to the house for fear that mom and dad might end up fighting and embarrassing everyone. The annoying part was they never gave a sign. We could all be eating happily on the dining table and the next thing, either mom or dad might make a comment that would flare the other party up and before you could say JACK ROBINSON, the two would start shouting on top of their voices and soon shattering of items begin.Sometimes, I wonder if they don't get tired, or ashamed or if they even think about their health with all the shouting or if they know what their constant bickering does to my mental health.Well that day, I didn’t even