All Chapters of Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Farrow’s point of view “Oh, what a day!” I exclaimed, stretching lazily on the soft, luxurious couch in my bedroom. It was so comfortable that I almost sank into it completely, feeling its warmth against my skin. I deserved this moment—this peace after such a fulfilling day.“Will you be careful?” I snapped suddenly, glaring down at the maid massaging my feet. Without thinking twice, I shoved her back. She gasped, recoiling in fright, her hands trembling as though she had been burned.I watched her cower, her small frame practically folding into itself, and I felt a twinge of satisfaction. She had done nothing wrong—she had been as careful and precise as always. But I enjoyed the sight of people cowering before me, their faces tightening with fear. I chuckled, a dark, wicked sound that echoed around the room like a bell tolling doom.But it was not the maid that had me in such a good mood. No, my laughter was for something far sweeter: Marrissa’s face. The memory of it lit up my mind

Marrissa's point of view The cold sunk deep into my skin, making me shiver as I leaned back against the rough stone wall of the estate. My hands were trembling, though I was not sure if it was from the cold or the whirlwind of emotions that had been churning inside me since Morgan shoved me out like I was nothing. Like I was a nobody. The night had been unkind, leaving me restless on the cold, hard ground. Sleep had practically ran away from me, no matter how tightly I wrapped my arms around myself in a desperate attempt to find some warmth, the cold enveloped me like a blanket.God , how I hate this man, I suddenly missed by small apartment and most of all my wornout bed. It was must better than this.“Good morning, madam,” a voice greeted.Startled, I turned to see a young maid standing a few feet away, her head bowed respectfully. “Good morning,” I replied hoarsely, straightening myself. “How are you doing?” “I’m fine, madam” she said, her voice timid. Her eyes remained fixe

Marrissa's point of view My head was pounding with a severe headache, my body heavy and my mouth dry as sandpaper. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was, the room was still dark, very unfamiliar, and strangely quiet. Panic set in as I blinked against the dull light, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I pushed myself upright, the bed creaking slightly beneath me. My stomach turned with nausea, and the faint scent of lavender in the air only added to the disorientation.My clothes. Where were my clothes? I looked around, my heart pounding faster. The last thing I remembered was being at the bar with Molly. Molly! God, where was she? I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet meeting the cold floor as I frantically scanned the room for my phone. Nothing. No phone, no clothes—nothing of mine seemed to be here.My heart raced as I froze, suddenly hearing the sound of footsteps approaching from somewhere down the hall. I sat perfectly still, barely breathi

Marrissa's point of view I kept walking, not even sure where I was heading to. My thoughts were a tangled mess, and it felt like I was wandering aimlessly, trying to escape the weight of everything crashing down on me. I thought about going to Morgan’s house, but the thought alone made me feel nauseous and besides I do not know the direction to his estate. So, I took the easy way out. I flagged down a cab and gave the driver my apartment address. At least I could hide there, shield myself from the world for a little while. When I stepped inside, the silence felt suffocating, but it was still better than the chaos outside. Thank God I still had some clothes here—I have to be at work in the next thirty minutes.Dragging my feet, I made my way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I stepped in and let the cold water pour over me. I stood there, hoping—praying—it would wash away the grief, the anger, the sadness that seemed to have taken root in me but it did not. The memories of

Marrissa's point of view Morgan's smle made me even more angry, he was so happy like he had just delivered the winning blow in some cruel, one-sided game. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching me, waiting for a reaction. I knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to break me. He wanted to see me cry or beg, to fold under the pressure of his arrogance. But I would die before I gave him that satisfaction. I rose from my chair, keeping my face blank. Not a single tear would fall in front of him. I would rather beg a stranger on the street than let him see me weak. Without another word, I stomped out of his office, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the glass panel. On my way out, I shoved Glow, his perfectly tiny slut disguised as his new secretary.She barely wobbled, smiling up at me as though she found my anger amusing. That smile made me want to scream. By the time I reached my office, my legs were shaking. I collapsed into my chair, burying my face in my hands