Marrissa's point of view Molly came out of her bedroom with an armful of clothes, her face lit up like she was preparing me for a red-carpet event. “Okay, Marrissa, I have just got the outfit for you. We are going to make sure you knock him dead.”“And who am I knocking dead?" I asked, jokingly.“Morgan Thornhill, of course, who else is there to bring to his senses?" Molly said, her eyes wide open.“Left to me, Mol, I really do not care a tiny bit about Morgan. All I want is for my child to have a safe and happy home,” I said. “And that is why we need to bring Morgan to his senses,” she said.I sat on the couch, watching her spread out dresses on the coffee table like it was some kind of ceremony.“Mol, really, all of this is not necessary, I’m not trying to impress anyone,” I said, rubbing my temples. She shot me a look, hands on her hips. “Not trying to impress anyone? Don't get me angry, Marrissa. You are about to have dinner with the Thornhill's. This is not just a regular di
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 woke up feeling sluggish, and unusually heavy, the kind of heaviness that crept into my bones and refused to let go. Pregnancy, I thought bitterly, was no joke. I rolled over in bed, groaning as I tried to find a comfortable position. My hand moved absentmindedly to my stomach, tracing the gentle curve that had only recently begun to show. “Is it not too early for this?” I murmured, staring at my belly as though the baby could hear me. “Take it easy on me, kid. I have got a bigger baby to deal with already.” The bigger baby, of course, is Morgan. By noon, I was still trying to shake off the sluggishness in me when my phone buzzed with a notification. " I want to see you in my office now," the message read. I sighed, dragging myself out of my chair. When I stepped into his office, he barely looked up from the papers he was reviewing. Typical of him, his arrogance is something you see even before his clothes.“Did you get my message yesterday?” he as
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
Morgan's point of view My stomach turned with excitement the moment Marrissa walked into the lounge. I had been waiting for this, for her. She looked exactly how I wanted her to—frustrated, exhausted, defeated. Her usually proud shoulders dropped under the weight of whatever had worn her down. Her face was pale, and her steps dragged. My plan worked perfectly. I had given her the most convoluted directions possible, a route designed to drain her. And clearly, it had done the job.“One to zero,” I whispered under my breath, a small smirk tugging at my lips as I watched her approach the table. But the satisfaction did not last long. The moment she opened her mouth to speak, she destroyed whatever victory I thought I had won. Her words were precise, cutting, each one delivered with an edge sharp enough to slice through steel.“Next time, maybe try being honest about directions instead of playing petty games. It would save us both some trouble,” she said coolly, her tone filled with
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
Marissa's point of view Jason had been blunt with me, and as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Marrying Morgan would not solve anything. If anything, it would compound the problems we already have. I sat in my office, thinking about everything that happened between Jason and I last night. I could not stop thinking about him. I have always loved him like a brother, but now that we are adults, and hearing him confess his love for me turned me in a different direction. I began to feel something else, something different, and I thought maybe he was the perfect man for me. I stood up with a resolved determination, walking confidently towards Morgan's office.His office was as sterile as it always had been. He was busy, walking on his laptop when I went in.I dropped his car keys on his desk, making sure to create a sound. “Here are your keys,” I said.Morgan didn’t even look up. His eyes stayed glued to his laptop screen, fingers typing as if his life depended on it. Not a fli
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
Morgan's point of view I was angry at Marrissa, imagine her submitting a project for the WBA, as what exactly?After eating with my rival, she is trying to take a seat with me? How funny.She has been with my father for almost a week now and even though the house felt empty without her, I still did want her close to me. I can't see myself forgiving her, at least not yet.The sudden, piercing scream outside my office sent a chill through me bringing me out of my thoughts. I froze, as my pen slipped out from my fingers. What is going on? Is the building collapsing? Or there is a fire, or worse a terrorist attack?So many questions ran through my mind as I got up and walked to the door.Before I got to the door, it burst open. One of my employees stumbled inside, her face pale with panic. She gasped for breath, gripping the edge of the door frame as if it was the only thing keeping her from fainting."Sir! Sir!" Her voice was trembling and her wide eyes filled with tears. I stif
Marrissa's point of view My alarm rang loudly, blaring through the silence of my room. I groaned, reaching out blindly to silence it, but I knew I could not afford even a minute of extra sleep. I had three days—just three days—to put together a solid project for the WBA and submit it before the deadline. Dragging myself out of bed, I moved on autopilot, showering and dressing as quickly as possible. Even though I was very tired,I pushed myself through it. I had no choice. By the time I went downstairs, Mr. Thornhill was already seated at the dining table, he was holding a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other hand. He looked up as I walked in, and he was surprised to see me downstairs so early. "You are up early," he said, setting the newspaper down. "Are you going to the office this early?" "Yes, sir," I replied, grabbing my bag. "I have a lot to do." His sharp gaze lingered on me for a moment, like he wanted to say something, but then he just nodded. "Go
Marrissa's point of view The tension between Jack and I was so intense that if anyone had come into the office at that time, he or she might have been burnt by the heat of it.Jack sat behind his big mahogany desk, looking at me like a cat eyeing a mouse it had already trapped. His expression showed his confidence, and arrogance.Finally, after a long pause, he leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Well, unfortunately, you can not prove anything,” he said. I shook my head, looking at him. “You think so?” He gave me that stupid smile of his, the one he probably used to charm investors and manipulate women who did not know any better. “No one would believe the word of a mere secretary against Jack Stone, the CEO of—” “Oh, cut the crap,” I snapped, rolling my eyes. “I know you have a habit of manipulating and stealing from innocent people, but you picked the wrong person this time.” His smile turned into a frown, just for a second. That small crack in his confidence was all I
Marrissa's point of view I left Mr Thornhill's mansion and walked to my car with a bitter mission. Jack Stone would learn that not all women could be manipulated or played with.I ignited my car engine and drove to his office. Good thing he gave me his card during the Governor's party. I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white and my foot pressed harder on the gas as I sped toward Stone Enterprises. My heart was beating like a war drum, and my mind replayed every single mistake that led me here. “How could I have been so blind? I trusted Jack so much that I let my guard down.” Jack had played me. Used me. Stolen from me. And now, I was going to make him regret it.I barely noticed the blur of streetlights flashing past me. Rage burned hot in my veins, sharper than anything I had felt before. I was not even this angry when Morgan threw my things out of the penthouse, or even when he looked me in the eyes and called me a betrayal.No, this was different.In Mor
Marrissa's point of view I remained silent as Morgan's words went through my body. I guess at that time, I really did not understand the full weight of the situation until Mr. Thornhill spoke again, his voice sounding very firm now. “Marrissa, let me explain what’s really going on here.” He said, looking deeply into my eyes and for the first time, I saw that he was really disappointed in me. “Not only does Jack now have access to confidential matters regarding the company, but he’s also stolen our idea for the WBA. If we submit the same project, we would be disqualified indefinitely because he will claim we stole it from him. And if we do not submit anything at all, not only will we lose the chance to win, but our company’s reputation will suffer. Our value, our status, everything we have worked hard to get would be destroyed.” I froze after hearing his statement. “No, No, no, no.” Oh God.” “Jack had stolen the project?” I blinked severally, my mind racing back to that night
Marrissa's point of view The heavy sound of my foot on the marble floor echoed in the room and the air in the room was thick with tension as I paced back and forth. I have spent the last thirty minutes thinking about Morgan’s accusations in my head, and each time, they sounded more ridiculous than the last. I, Marrissa, had sold confidential company information to Jack Stone?Why? How ? When? The idea alone made me laugh and angry at the same time, but nothing about this situation was funny. Morgan was convinced I had betrayed him, and now he was trying to convince his father. Soon, I will be called back to the ante room and be interrogated like a criminal. The worst part is, I have no idea what kind of proof Morgan thought he had. I pulled out my phone to call Jack to ask what the hell was going on,and what prank he had played on Morgan. But just as my finger moves over the call button, I paused. What if Morgan was listening? What if this was exactly what he wanted—to catch
Morgan's point of view I stood frozen in my spot, clenching my jaw as I watched Marrissa disappear into the backseat of my father’s car. The sight of her leaving with my dad twisted my stomach with anger.Dad does not know who he is siding with. If only he truly knows who Marrissa is and what she had done he would never allow her into his car.“A gold digger and a traitor.” That’s all she had ever been. A woman I had foolishly allowed into my world, my bed, and worst of all—my heart. Marrissa had played me for a fool, and now she was running straight into my father’s arms, probably spinning lies about how I had wronged her.But she had made one big mistake,to think she could me and walk away just like that.That's laughable. I thought, forcing a smile.“By the time I am done with her, Marrissa will never forget me. I would make sure she regrets every second she has spent deceiving me. I would make her suffer, frustrate her to her very last breath, strip her of everything she holds d
Marrissa's point of view As I closed my eyes to sleep,I could not stop thinking of the way Morgan makes me feel while fucking me.I turn into an entire different person, doing and saying things I never would have imagined in my life.But I loved it, every bit of it and I secretly prayed we have more of this hot fuck every day if possible.I woke up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the rich, buttery scent of toast. I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.I turned my head slightly and saw Morgan sitting beside me, he was looking at me with a satisfied smile on his face.I suddenly felt shy and did not know what to say. I was not used to waking up to him looking at me like I was something precious, especially after last night ."Good morning," he whispered and I was surprised.“Morgan Thornhill, saying a greeting to me first, well well, he must really have had a good sleep,” I thought.I stared at him, still not knowing what
Morgan's point of view I moved closer to Marissa,still rubbing her nipples, praying in my heart that she did not stop me. God knows I might knee before her and beg her for this.I placed my lips on her and she parted her lips, allowing me in. The butterflies in my stomach at this time were too numerous to count.I held her hands up, wrist against wrist and I reached for my tie that I had hung on the door and wrapped it around her wrists and led her to the shower and she followed obediently.I turned on the shower, adjusted the water to a bearable warm temperature and helped her to climb in. I followed after her and raised her tied hands and slipped them over the showerhead so that she seemed to be dangling. The water went down her body and her hair became dark and her nipples stuck out from behind the soaked tank top she was wearing and the lips of her pussy were outlined against the soaked fabric of her panties.I thrust my hand down her panties, cupped her crotch and felt the wetne