All Chapters of Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Marrissa's point of view I woke up earlier than usual, before Morgan had the chance to wake me up in his usual degrading fashion. The thought of him pouring cold water on me or his annoying way of saying “Get out and get busy” made me so angry . But not today. Today, I have a special plan. I stood up from the floor, surprisingly my body had adjusted to the cold ground, although Morgan graciously gave me blankets and duvet. I sighed , getting dressed, after that I quickly went downstairs. The movement of the maids working greeted me, their soft chatter and the sounds of cleaning filling the vast house. I found a corner in the living room and sat, watching them for a while. It was oddly comforting—their efficient movements, the calm way they went about their tasks. They did not scowl or bark orders. They did not treat people like pawns. One of the younger maids noticed me and smiled. Before long, I found myself chatting with a few of them. We laughed about small things—the kind o

Marrissa's point of view I moved through Morgan’s room like a ghost, my mind racing with thoughts I could not control. “What have I done?” That question replayed over and over as if asking it would somehow undo what had happened. My stomach twisted. Had I actually killed him? No, that could not be possible. Chilly pepper could not be that deadly… could it? The image of Morgan collapsing flashed in my mind again—the way his face twisted in pain, his body crumpling to the floor. The maids had rushed in, their panic fueling my own. It was like I was watching a disaster unfold in slow motion. Now, here I was, left to clean up the mess I had created. My hands trembled as I dressed. Every movement felt mechanical, like my body was moving on autopilot while my mind screamed at me to fix this. At one point, I thought about going to the office, pretending none of it happened. “He’s in the hospital now. The doctors will revive him. That’s their job,” I told myself. My legs felt shaky and

Morgan's point of view I could not let her leave. Not like this. Something inside me twisted painfully when I saw Marissa and Glow fighting. I was furious, but for reasons I could not quite place. Seeing the anguish in her eyes and the bruises on her body... it did something to me. It hurt in ways I was not ready to admit. I cleared my throat and approached her. “I will take you to the hospital,” I whispered, my voice low. She pulled her arm away, her eyes filled with exhaustion and defiance. “I do not need your help, Morgan. I do not need your pity.” I pulled her closer to the door, I did not want Glow to hear our conversation.“This is not about pity. We need to make sure the baby is okay.” I said, clenching my jaw, struggling to remain patient.For a moment, she froze. Her eyes softened, then hardened again as she let out a bitter laugh. “Our baby? Now it’s our baby?” Her voice cracked. “You knew I was carrying your child, and yet you made me cook for you just so you could

Farrow’s point of view “My darling Glow!” I exclaimed, stretching my arms wide, feeling her warmth as she stepped toward me. Her face, however, stopped me cold. The smile I had prepared slide from my lips as I looked at the bruise blooming on her cheek, the faint cut at the corner of her mouth. Her hair was disheveled, and she moved like she was in painI grabbed her chin, tilting her head left and right, my voice rising with concern laced in irritation. “What the hell happened to you?” Glow’s eyes darkened, anger flashing in their depths. “It’s that stupid Marrissa,” she hissed, her voice trembling with barely suppressed fury. I stepped back, crossing my arms, my eyes darker as her words sank in. “What? Marrissa did this to you?” My lips curled in disgust at the thought. “Tell me you did worse to her, Glow. Tell me you did not let her get away with it.” Glow’s lips curled into a defiant smile, through her eyes betrayed her frustration. “Of course, I did more damage to her

Marrissa's point of view The morning had not even started, but somehow, I had managed to make a complete fool of myself before the day had even properly begun. I sighed heavily, setting my coffee cup down with more force than I had intended. “God, Marrissa, you are such a big fool!” I whisper under my breath. How could I let myself get caught like that? And the defense I came up with? Utter rubbish. My inner voice was not going to let me live this one down.It had all started when I woke up and rolled over to see Morgan lying next to me. He looked… peaceful. A total contrast to his usual self—no scowling, no sharp retorts, just a man lost in whatever dreams his subconscious conjured up. I could not help but stare. I wondered what he had been like as a boy. Was he ever sweet, ever innocent? Did someone love him before life hardened him into the insufferable person I knew now?My thoughts drifted to my baby. I wished—hoped—he or she would take after Morgan in looks because, objectivel