All Chapters of Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Mr Thornhill's point of view The weight of leadership is a heavy one, but I have carried it for decades. From building my business empire to navigating the treacherous waters of politics, I have learned that true power requires patience, resilience, and the right people by my side.My bid for governor was no different. It requires careful planning and strategy. That was why I called Morgan back to Paris. And, much to his surprise, I made sure Marrissa was involved as well.My son had always been brilliant, but he was arrogant, emotional, and stubborn. I had raised him to be a leader, yet he had a tendency to act before thinking, especially when it came to Marrissa. She was his greatest weakness and, ironically, his greatest strength. I knew that if I wanted him to focus, I had to bring her back.From the moment we announced my candidacy, the game had changed. The media swarmed around us, my opponents sharpened their knives, and every detail of my life was suddenly under scrutiny. I ha

Marrissa's point of view The sound of cheers, laughter, and clinking of glasses filled the grand hall, a symphony of celebration that echoed through the luxurious hotel. The air was thick with joy, and at the center of it all stood Morgan and his father, radiating happiness. Mr. Thornhill, the newly elected governor, was the man of the hour, and rightfully so.I watched them, my heart swelling with joy. Morgan, a man who had spent years under the weight of his father's expectations, now stood beside him, as a silent pillar of strength and pride. He wasn’t smiling, not in the way others were, but I knew him well enough to see the quiet joy in his eyes. This was a victory not just for his father, but for him too.I was happy for them. If any of the candidates deserved to win, it was Mr Thornhill. He had the people’s best interests at heart, and I knew he would bring the kind of change the city needed. He was a powerful force, one I had admired from afar before I ever became entangled i

Marrissa's point of view I stared at her, ready to hear whatever she had to say.Molly exhaled loudly, as if this burden was too much for her to bear. “I didn’t want to tell you before, because I knew how much you cared about him. But… Marrissa, Morgan hasn’t exactly been faithful to you.” I frowned. “Okay, what exactly do you know?” She nodded quickly. “I found out a while ago." I just—I didn’t know how to bring it up. But you need to know. He’s been seeing someone else.” A cold chill ran down my spine, but something about the way she said it made me pause. “Who?” Molly blinked. “What?” I leaned in. “Who is he supposedly seeing?” She looked away for a brief second, and that hesitation told me everything I needed to know. “Molly…” I whispered, suddenly feeling on edge. She cleared her throat. “I—her name is Lisa.” Lisa? The name meant nothing to me. “Lisa who?” Molly shifted in her seat. “Just… Lisa. I don’t know her last name. But I’ve seen them together, Marriss

Morgan’s point of view I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the half-empty bottle of whiskey in my hand. The ice had long since melted, watering down the alcohol, but the burn did nothing to dull the ache in my chest. I took another sip, letting the bitter taste coat my tongue as my mind circled back to the only thing I could not escape—Marrissa.Her face. Her voice. The way she looked at me on the terrace.There had been something in her eyes. Could it be pity, understanding or pure resentment? At this point, I can not really tell what she feels for me. I shut my eyes, trying to push the image away, but another face surfaced in my mind—one I had not allowed myself to think about in years.My mother.I could still hear her laughter, warm and soft as it filled the halls of our home. She was everything good in my world—the glue that held our family together, the only person who could soften my father’s sharp edges. She had that effect on people. Especially me.I remembered how sh

Marrissa's point of view As I watched Morgan walk away, I let out a slow, frustrated sigh, pressing my fingers against my temples. “I was supposed to be gone by now,” I whispered to myself.After my ice-cream date with Molly, I took time to think about what Molly said, and I concluded she was right. I couldn't stay here, I shouldn't. I had spent the remainder of the day planning my escape—carefully going over every detail to make sure no one, especially Morgan, would find me. I was ready. So sure that by this time the next day, I would be far away from Paris, far away from Morgan and everything about him, far away from my past.But now? Now I was stuck.I flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. How did I let this happen?I wasn’t stupid—I knew staying, even for a few days, was dangerous. Not just because of Morgan’s unpredictable nature but because of my own heart.I sighed again, rolling onto my stomach, hugging a pillow to my chest. I just need to get throu