All Chapters of Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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Mastering the act of pretending

Marrissa's point of view Morgan's words had cut me deeper than even he could imagine, and the most painful part was, everything he said was not entirely true nor were they all false.True, I started having contractions earlier and although I was worried, the doctor had told me to avoid stress and rest and that I did to the best of my ability. I didn't tell Morgan because I didn't want to either overwhelm him, with the stress of the WBA, and then his party and then Farrow, I felt all of that was already too much for him.And he blames me for being independent. I lost my dad before I was ten, and my mother had taught me to be strong, to be independent and to rely on no one and those values were what made me survive her death. I grew up alone with no one to assist or help so I was all I have. How is that my fucking fault? I trembled in grief.I could not even believe he accused me of wanting this, this pain. God, I have never seen a bigger fool than Morgan.Deep down, I really do not wa
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A taste of freedom

Marrissa's point of view So, I threw myself into work, determined to forget the morning’s encounter with Morgan. I gritted my teeth, going through the routine Molly had taught me without a single smile on my face.“You look like you are plotting a murder.” Molly said, after the last customer left.I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Maybe I am.” She smiled. “Come on, let’s sit for a while before you actually commit a crime.” I hesitated. Sitting and talking meant giving my brain a chance to wander back to Morgan, but sitting here and stewing wasn’t any better. With a reluctant nod, I grabbed myself off the counter’s desk and followed her.I noticed you haven't had anything since you came in, Molly said, after disappearing for a while and appearing with a tray full of food.The café smelled like roasted coffee and fresh bread, but my appetite was gone. I pushed my salad around with my fork, barely paying attention. Molly watched me, sipping her iced tea. “You look like you’re about
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Secret preparation

Marrissa's point of view I moved carefully through the penthouse as the date to my flight approached. I double-checked every detail of my plans almost every hour.And of course, I made sure Morgan did not suspect anything. I avoided him as much as I could and when I could not, I would just smile, nod, and brush it off like everything was okay. God I could not wait to leave..I needed to breathe. I needed space away from his control, his accusations, his world. And most of all, I needed to figure out who I was without him and I hope to do all that in spain.The day finally came, the day of my flight. That day, I woke up before the sun rose. I moved about carefully. I had already placed my luggage in the trunk of my car the previous night.So, after freshening up, I grabbed the outfit I had set aside the night before, a simple yet elegant white slacks, a light blue blouse, and my beige trench coat. I wanted to look good and confident. Not like a woman running away. After getting dre
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Farrow's celebration

The universe certainly loves me. No, really, I must have done something good in my previous life to be this favored. Just look at what's going on with Marrissa and Morgan, everything I want is falling into place even without me lifting a finger. This calls for a celebration,” I said, walking to my wine cabinet.I turned on the music, the sultry notes of a jazz melody filling my dimly lit apartment. A glass of wine swirled in my hand, the deep red liquid catching the glow of the chandelier above. My lips curled into a victorious smile as I swayed my hips, moving to the rhythm. This was my moment. When Morgan threw me out of his house, I was devastated. I had truly thought I lost my chance, that he would never look at me again. Oh, how I had wept, cursing him, cursing Marrissa, cursing the cruel fate that had ripped my future from me. But now? Now, I would become priceless. The Thornhills would beg at my feet for my forgiveness. They would plead for me to come back, to restor
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Conflicted Desires

Morgan's point of view Marrissa, Marissa, I wonder why she looked edgy this morning. It was like she had something under her sleeve.I gripped the steering wheel tighter as I drove to work that morning, my mind tangled with thoughts I didn’t want to acknowledge. “What do you really want? Do you love Marrissa or not?” The first answer was easy. I wanted Marrissa back. But the second? That was more complicated. Love? Could I even love anyone? My heart didn’t work the same way it used to. I couldn’t lose myself in love again. There was this fear, this wall I couldn’t break down, no matter how much I wanted to. And the truth is Marrissa made it even harder. Yes, I admired her. Yes, I craved her. But love her? That was a different conversation entirely. I could say the words, but deep down, but I wasn’t sure I had the capacity to feel them. Something inside me was broken—maybe permanently. The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became. I sighed, shaking my head
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Two weeks in Spain

Marrissa's point of view The last two weeks in Spain had been the best of my life. From the moment I arrived, Madam senoritas, Andre’s mother, and Erica, his sister, had done nothing but pamper me. "I want you to look fatter and prettier than you came,"she would say, always making sure my plate was full. "And that good-for-nothing Morgan will regret ever letting you go," Erica would add with a smile. I’d just smile at their words, letting their kindness wash over me. They treated me like family, something I hadn’t realized I needed so badly until now. There was never a dull moment with them. Erica made sure of that. We had lots of fun. We went shopping, sightseeing, had late-night talks over wine—she kept me busy, making sure I didn’t have time to think about anything or anyone from my past. But today felt… different. The moment I woke up, I could sense it. The house was unusually lively, people moving about in a rush. The staff were cleaning, rearranging things, and s
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Beach walk

Marrissa's point of view I tried to escape to my room after dinner but Andre stopped me. He stretched out his hand and held mine. With my back against him, I almost cried, I wanted to run away as fast as possible to avoid the continuation of the discussion we had during dessert.“Marrissa,” he called me softly and I turned to face him. “Come, take a stroll with me,” he said. I raised an eyebrow. “ At this time, isn’t it late? Besides, you need to rest, you just came out from a journey.” He scoffed. “Trust me, this is the best time for a walk. And I don’t need any rest, I was not the one flying the plane, besides I'm not an old man, remember?” I smirked. “Really?, but you do look like a seventy old man though.” We both laughed at the joke and I wanted to dash to the door when he stopped me again.“Come on, Marrissa.”There was something about the way he said it that made it hard to say no. So, I nodded, and minutes later, we were driving to a nearby beach. The moment we ar
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Out of control

Morgan's point of view After my conversation with Andre, I got home and drowned myself in alcohol.It was getting too frequent and it's all because of Marrissa.In the morning though, in my a little bit sober mind, I advised myself.“Let her go, Morgan. She made her choice. Maintain your dignity and move on.” I told myself that over and over, like a desperate prayer, like a drowning man clinging to a lifeline. I repeated it so many times I almost believed it. Almost, but didn't. But the next morning, those words meant nothing to me. I moved through the day like a machine, my body functioning while my mind traveled. I told myself I was fine, that I could survive this, but I was lying. My mind raced with many thoughts“Who was she with? What was she doing today? Was she already in someone else’s arms?” The thought was unbearable. Marrissa is a beautiful woman .Men wouldn’t leave her alone, and I knew it. Hell, I knew my gender would be drawn to her like she was gravity itself.
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Confused heart

Marrissa's point of view For two days, I had locked myself in my room, drowning in my thoughts. I barely ate, barely moved, I just laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that happened in the club over and over. The more I thought about it, the more I blamed myself. “It’s all my fault,” I chastised myself. If only I had been stronger. If only I had been wiser. If only I had not let my emotions cloud my judgment. Morgan, Andre, my past, my present, everything is tangled together in my mind, and it's making me go crazy. I feel my heart was stretched in two opposing directions, and I didn't know which path to follow. A soft knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts. "Marrissa, please, open the door. "We need to talk," Madam Señorita said in a gentle but firm voice. I sighed as I got up and walked to the door. I already knew what this conversation would be about. I paused midway, staring at the locked door as if it was the only thing shielding me fr
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Unexpected guest

Marrissa's point of view “You look different tonight Marrissa,” Erica teased, during dinner.I raised an eyebrow. “Good or bad?” I asked.“Definitely good, you look like a teenage girl in love.”“Erica!” Madam Señorita screamed.“Young woman, what do you know about love?”“Really mom? She asked, "I'm not nineteen.”“Neither are you twenty-nine,” Madam Señorita teased.“Don't you see it? The glow in Marrissa's eyes ever since she came in with my brother. Even a blind man would know my brother is a better lover than her ex-husband.”“That is, go to your room immediately, and no more Korean movies for you for the next two years,” Madame Señorita said.“You know that's not possible mom? I wouldn't survive it.”“Oh you will, trust me.”“Brother?” She called, begging for Andre's interference.Andre raised his hand up, gesturing he was not ready to get involved and I shrugged.Dinner ended in a playful mood, and when I got to my room, I couldn't help but smile.The love I felt here is every
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