All Chapters of Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Marrissa's point of view After work, I headed straight to Molly’s apartment. My mind was in chaos, and I felt like I was drowning. If I stayed alone with my thoughts for one more second, I was sure I wouldn't totally lose it. Molly was the only person I could trust to help me make sense of everything—or at least not judge me for it.She opened the door with her usual smile, but it quickly faded when she saw my face. “Marrissa,” she said, pulling me into a tight hug. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I stepped inside, letting her close the door behind me, and dropped my bag on the small table by the couch. “Molly, I am in big trouble,” I said, the words spilling out like a confession.Her eyebrows knit together in concern. “What kind of trouble?”I sighed, heading straight for her fridge. “I’ll tell you everything, but first—I’m starving. What do you have to eat?”Molly frowned but did not press me. She opened the fridge and pulled out a container of chicken and chips

Morgan's point of view I saw Marrissa walk into the room, and for a moment, I couldn’t think straight. She looked... stunning. Her dress was glued to her body in a way that highlighted every curve, every detail of her perfect figure. She was not only beautiful—she was magnetic, the kind of beauty that demanded attention and got it. But then our eyes met, and just like that, the spell was broken. I frowned, unsure of where the sudden irritation came from. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, so poised and confident, as though she knew the power she held and enjoyed showing it off. Something about her confidence rubbed me the wrong way. Dinner began, and Dad wasted no time getting to the point. “Morgan,” he said, his voice steady and commanding, “this arrangement is for the best. Marrissa understands that, and I expect you to as well.” I gritted my teeth, trying to respond in a way that did not come off as outright defiance. “Dad, don’t you think this is a bit—” “Enou

Marrissa's point of view.I sat at the table with Morgan and his so-called client, Farrow Hussion.If I knew she was the one we were meeting today, God knows I would not have bothered to come here. Imagine going all through the stress I went through today just to sit with Morgan and his lover.Farrow sat looking like a shinning mirror with all the glitter she wore. I felt it made her look more like a doll than a person.She kept laughing at every word Morgan said, and smiled like a puppy in the heat, and her hand never left Morgan’s arm. My head was blazing with anger, but I kept my cool, watching them interact like lovers. I shifted in my seat, trying to ignore the feeling of being completely out of place. “What am I even doing here?” I whispered under my breath, mostly to myself. Morgan glanced at me but did not say a word. He continued his hushed conversation with Farrow, their heads bent toward each other, as though I was invisible. “Oh, I see,” I said louder this time, my v

Marrissa's point of view I went inside the house with mixed feelings. My thoughts were a tangled mess. How did Morgan even know where I lived? My doorstep was the last place I expected to see him, and his sudden appearance had left me unsettled. I could not shake the sight of him, standing there, I felt I no longer had a hiding place. “Is everything okay?” Jason’s voice pulled me back to reality. “Yes,” I replied quickly, maybe too quickly. Jason tilted his head and gave me a skeptical look, that familiar teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Sure? You are looking a little… spooked.” “I’m fine.” To lighten the mood, Jason cracked a joke—something dumb about the time we almost got locked out of our home in the middle of winter. I laughed loudly, too loudly, like I was trying to prove a point. Morgan was still at the door, and I wanted him to hear me. I wanted him to know that I was fine, happy even. Jason, as always, noticed everything but let it slide. He k

Morgan's point of view I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, both literally and figuratively. I felt grumpy, irritable, and completely on edge. The maids, unfortunately, caught the brunt of my frustration as I snapped at them for no good reason. They looked startled but said nothing, quickly running away to avoid my outburst. I could not blame them—I do not even know why I was acting this way.The truth was, I barely slept last night. Marrissa and her strange, sudden request had been on my mind, keeping me wide awake. Her words played in an endless loop in my head, making no sense no matter how many times I tried to piece them together.Why had she changed her mind so suddenly? What was her angle? What was she planning?On any other day, I would have been happy at the thought of escaping someone like her. If she wanted out, that was a win for me. But this time, it did not feel like a win. First, It felt... off. It was her timing, her shot—like she was in control of everythin