All Chapters of Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

"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

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

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 The door to my office clicked shut behind us, the sound louder than usual, or maybe it just felt that way because of the weight of the conversation we just had. I walked in after my father, my steps heavy with anger and frustration, while he, as always, moved with that same composed, unshakable confidence. It was maddening.As soon as we were inside, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.“Dad,” I called sharply, stopping a few feet away from him. He didn’t turn right away, just kept walking to the window, where he stood with his back to me, hands clasped behind him as though nothing I said could rattle him. “I can’t marry Marrissa,” I said firmly, forcing the words out before my emotions got the better of me. “She doesn’t fit my status, my reputation. She is….she is not the kind of woman who belongs by my side.” Still no response. “And besides,” I continued, trying to steady my tone, “I already have someone in mind.” That was a lie. A pathetic, last-ditc