Morgan's point of view I stood in my father’s study, my arms crossed. My jaw was clenched so tightly that it hurt. My patience was running thin, and I could barely contain the frustration bubbling inside me. I had spent days chasing after Marrissa in Spain, only to be yanked back to Paris like a damn fugitive. And now, here I was, standing across from my father, waiting for an explanation. Marrissa stood a few feet away, looking just as confused and irritated as I felt. Neither of us had any idea why we were here, why we had been summoned like misbehaving children. And I hated feeling like I was being played. My father was sitting behind his massive mahogany desk, his expression calm and, composed like he had everything under control. That only made my temper rise the more. “I assume you both want to know why you are here,” he said smoothly, his fingers laced together. I scoffed, barely able to control my temper. “You think? You had me dragged out of Spain like I was some cr
Morgan's point of view The days that followed was filled with press conferences, public appearances, and carefully orchestrated interviews. Marrissa and I became part of my father’s election campaign. We paraded in front of cameras, smiling on command, and playing the part of a strong and united couple. At first, it was unbearable. Marrissa and I had barely spoken before this mess, and now we were expected to stand together, hand in hand, while the world scrutinized our every move. But something strange happened. Living together again, spending time side by side changed a lot of of things. I didn't realized just how much I missed her presence until I had no choice but to be around her constantly. Marrissa had always had this fire in her, this independence that drove me crazy because I wanted to protect her, to claim her. But soon, I started appreciating the same things I once hated in her, and the little things I don't notice in the past. Like the way she hummed under her br
Marrissa's point of view Everything that had happened since the beginning of the week had been overwhelming. Morgan’s change in behavior was confusing. One moment, he was still the same arrogant, controlling man I had come to expect, and the next, he was… different. Thoughtful, even considerate. And I did not know what to do. A part of me wanted to believe that he had truly changed, that this new version of him was real and that it would last forever. That maybe, just maybe, he was capable of being the kind of man I had always wished for. But another part of me—” the smarter part", I must say, knew better. Men like Morgan did not change overnight. This was definitely a temporary act, a pretense he would soon get tired of. And if I let myself fall for it, if I allowed myself to believe he was different, I would only end up hurting myself again. I need to be careful. I need to protect myself from Morgan and heartbreak. Just then, a sharp pain twisted through my stomac
Morgan's point of view The second Marrissa whispered that she needed a pad, my brain momentarily shut down. Of all the things I had anticipated when she locked herself in the restroom, this was not even on the list. Marrissa was always prepared for everything. She is meticulous, calculating and never caught off guard. But now, she was stuck there, lost, and she needed me to help her. The old me would have laughed, maybe even thrown a sarcastic comment about her being irresponsible. But something in the way she hesitated before telling me, the uncertainty in her voice made my chest tighten. She thought I would mock her. That stung more than I cared to admit. I cleared my throat, pushing back my usual sharp tongue. “Alright. What brand?” She told me, her voice barely above a whisper, and before she could finish, I turned and bolted out of the hallway, moving faster than I had in years. The moment I stepped outside, the cool night air hit me, but I barely felt it. I pull
Marrissa's point of view I stepped out of the restroom, my body still aching from the cramps. Morgan was still waiting outside, his tall frame tense, his eyes immediately locked into mine the moment I came out. Before I could even take another step, he rushed to my side, his hands hovering near my arms as if he expected me to collapse at any second. "Are you okay now? Has the pain subsided?" he asked, his voice filled with an urgency that caught me off guard. I barely had time to answer before I noticed the way a few women passing by smiled at us, their eyes moving between Morgan and me. The heat of embarrassment rushed to my cheeks. I cleared my throat and gestured to him to calm down. "I'm fine," I whispered, embarrassed by the scene we were unintentionally causing. Morgan ignored my discomfort and leaned in closer. His voice lowered as he asked, "Have you taken the pain reliever?" I nodded. "Okay… Can you walk properly?" I sighed, giving him an exasperated look. "Of
Marrissa's point of view Instead, he sat beside me, his large hand moving to rub slow, comforting circles on my stomach. I should have told him to stop. But I didn't. Because, at that moment, it felt… nice. When I woke up the next morningI stayed still, barely breathing as I stared at the man beside me. Morgan Thornhill. The man who had once been my greatest source of pain was now lying there, his hand resting protectively on my stomach as if he had every right to be close to me. I should have moved. I should have pushed his hand away. But I didn't. Instead, I looked at him. I looked at his face, so peaceful in sleep, so different from the sharp-edged man I was used to. His breathing was calm, his lashes casting faint shadows against his skin. “Why are you doing this, Morgan?” I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as last night’s memories rushed back. The way he had held me when I couldn’t stand, the way he had made me soup in the middle of the night, the wa
Marrissa's point of view I made it to my room, shutting the door behind me,I leaned against it, my heart still pounding from Morgan’s words. "I’ll prove it to you, Marrissa." What did he mean by that? What is he trying to prove? That he cared about me? That he has changed? Or that he is not the cold, arrogant man I knew him to be? That would be really hard to believe. In fact , I could not believe it. I have spent so long keeping my guard up, refusing to let him in. Because every time I did, he always found a way to hurt me. To push me away. To make me feel small. But last night… Last night, he had stayed.He had taken care of me like I was something precious. And now, here I was, shaken to my core because of it. I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. I need to stop overthinking this. Maybe Morgan was just being decent for once. Maybe he felt guilty. Maybe he saw me in pain and couldn’t turn away like any human would do.That didn’t mean he cared. That didn’t mean
Morgan's point of view I watched as Marrissa walked away, her figure growing smaller with each step along the shoreline. The waves washed over the sand, erasing her footprints, much like she was trying to erase me from her life.The finality of her words rang in my ears."Let's just stick to the divorce plan."I should have expected it. Marrissa had every reason to walk away from me. But hearing those words come from her still hit harder than I wanted to admit.The wind blew violently, carrying the scent of salt and something bitter, my regret. My hands clenched at my sides as I watched her disappear over the dunes, heading back to the estate. I could chase after her. Tell her that she was making a mistake. That I was not ready to let her go.But I didn’t.Because I knew her.Marrissa wasn’t the type to make empty threats. When she made a decision, she stuck to it. And tonight, she had made hers.With a sharp sigh, I turned my eyes back to the ocean, staring at the endless stretch of
Marrissa's point of view I stood outside the shimmering glass doors of the executive conference room with my heart pounding in my chest like it was trying to escape. Behind those doors was a panel of investors, each one a name I had memorized from the dossier Mr. Adrian handed me just yesterday. The Echelon Project. A multi-million-dollar initiative that could reshape tech-integrated education.“You’ve got this,” Samira whispered beside me, nudging my arm. She had tagged along under the pretense of delivering tea, but I knew she was really there to support me. My ride-or-die bestie.I took one deep breath. Then I walked in.Thirty-seven minutes later, I came out looking like I had fought a war and somehow survived. My hands trembled, but my voice had not cracked once. I answered every question, deflected the skepticism, and even got to make them laugh.“How did it go?” Samira asked, practically vibrating with excitement.“I think…” I exhaled, blinking. “I think I killed it.”“YES!”
Marrissa's point of view After my meeting with Mr. Adrian, something inside me shifted.I was not going to cry in the bathrooms anymore. I was not going to let Bianca or anyone run me out.If they wanted a show? I would give them the best damn performance they had ever seen.Samira found me later in the break room, still gripping my coffee cup like a weapon."You look like you are about to commit a felony," she said brightly."Felony?" I echoed, smiling thinly. "More like... a strategic takedown."She slid into the seat across from me, her eyebrows raised."God, I love it when you get scary," she said, laughing. "Tell me everything."And I did.I told her how I would start saving backup files on a separate drive in a hidden folder labeled Birthday Party Clowns. No one would ever check that one. I told her how I would place subtle marks on my original documents. I would use things only I would recognize and if they were tampered with, I would realize immediately.I explained how
Marrissa's point of view Daniel told me to continue working on the Echelon project even thoughno results had come about who would really lead the project.“There's no harm in being prepared,” he said and I agreed.He agreed to assist me in the best way he could and today we were supposed to have a meeting.Well, yes iIt was supposed to be a quick meeting.Just me and Daniel. We were supposed to finalize a section of the Echelon project before the weekend.Instead, it turned into three hours of gisting and snacking. There were two pizza boxes, and one playlist full of 90s hits blasting through the empty office.At some point, I realized we were laughing more than working."I swear," Daniel said between bites of cold pizza, "half of all the good architect are just surviving the ridiculous clients.""Oh, you mean the lady who wanted her lobby made entirely out of glass? Including the floor?" I asked, grinning.Daniel shuddered dramatically. "I tell you."We both laughed.And then — Th
Bianca's point of view I saw everything and I was not only irritated,I was angry.Who the fuck does she think she is. She came in as a freaking newbie and now,she was leading a project I had been working my ass to lead.What the hell did she do to Mr Adrian?I saw the easy smile he always gave her.The way even Daniel lingered by the doorway after her presentation, scribbling notes furiously, his gaze locked on Marrissa like she was some kind of prodigy.It made my stomach twist.Everything about her annoyed me . Her wide eyes and modest outfits and fake humility. She walks about like she had no idea she had just snagged the biggest project in the company. The Echelon Account. My project. At least, it was supposed to be mine.And now, she was everyone's favorite.Including Mr Rodes actually came to the company just to say “Marrissa’s proposal was refreshing. I’m excited to have her work here."Excited?She barely knew which floor the printers were on.After everything I had done, aft
Marrissa's point of view Later that afternoon, my badge beeped me into the sleek, glass-walled conference room. The long table was already packed with managers, strategists, and consultants. And, of course, Bianca was sitting, looking at me like a hawk, her legs were crossed and she was tapping a pen against her notepad with surgical precision.I gulped. Samira gave me a thumbs-up from behind a frosted partition.At exactly one o'clock, Mr. Adrian, Mr Allen and Mrs Spencer walked in. They were all calm and composed,but the room snapped to attention like they carried gravity in their pockets."Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "this is Marrissa and I picked her as the lead on Echelon. We will be hearing her make a presentation as well as Bianca and at the end, we will decide who will really lead the project."There were murmurs in the room . Some looked at me with raised eyebrows and someone even coughed.I opened my folder with trembling hands and began explaining my initial idea
Marrissa's point of view I barely made it home before my phone buzzed again.Samira:> Emergency. > Celebration required. > Meet us at ‘The Olive Lounge by 7:30 sharp. > Dress cute but comfy. Boss Babe orders.I didn’t even bother arguing. Samira had basically dragged me into their circle at full speed with no brakes and honestly, I like it.I threw on a pair of skinny jeans, a soft rose-pink blouse, and some ankle boots that made me feel vaguely fashionable, and by 7:20, Samira was honking outside like a maniac."You are ate!" she yelled as I climbed into the car."You are early!" I shot back.Liana and Tasha were already seated at the backseat, waving like overexcited puppies."You look so CUTE!" Liana squealed."She understood the assignment," Tasha said approvingly, high-fiving me.Samira drove away from the curb like she was auditioning for ‘Fast and Furious: The Suburban Edition’."We have ONE mission tonight," she declared with shining eyes."Survive your driving?" I s
Marrissa's point of view I did say I was on fire yesterday right. Well, there was nothing hot in me right now as I stood in front of Me Adria, trying not to crumble to the ground."Miss Marrissa, I had not been hundred percent truthful to you and I think I should now."My stomach twisted.“What is he about to say?” I thought to myself."I didn't give you the entire information because I didn't want you scared or overwhelmed."My legs began to shake, suddenly too weak to carry the weight of my body."May I sit please?” I asked weakly."Oh please, do take your seat, “ he said, gesturing to a chair across from him.I sat down and placed my shaky hands on my lap.I didn't know why,but I was worried he wanted to say something bad. His nt facial expression didn't even make it any better.He wasn't smiling."First, I want to commend you again for your work so far, you have been incredibly good, but…. I'm afraid there is more to do"."You will be attending a meeting this afternoon with top e
Marrissa's point of view I spent Sunday indoors, preparing mentally and physically for tomorrow's work activities.Monday came and I dressed smartly for work. Today, I will attend my first core planning meeting.The Core Planning Team meeting was held on the thirty-fifth floor — the floor with actual glass walls, leather chairs, and a skyline view that made you feel both inspired and slightly nauseous at the same time.I held my new badge so tightly it nearly left an imprint on my palm.Samira had tried to coach me on the elevator ride up:"Okay, listen," she said in a hushed voice. You are brilliant, but you are also new to this. Some of those people there have been here for years. They are not going to throw you a party, Marrissa. Just... smile. Be polite. And don’t let Karen corner you."I frowned. " Who is Karen?"Samira widened her eyes. "You will know when you see her."Great. Cryptic warnings and mystery enemies. “This was fine,” I whispered.The elevator dinged, and w
Marrissa's point of view I woke up the next day with sunlight streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my room. The noise of the city outside was a comforting reminder that I was in a new place.It was Saturday. A day to relax.I stretched lazily on the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin. The air smelled faintly of lavender from the diffuser I had set up the night before.Deciding to make the most of the day, I slipped into comfortable clothes and tied my hair up. I put on some upbeat music—something with a rhythm that made cleaning feel less like a chore and more like a party. As the melodies filled the apartment, I moved from room to room, dusting, organizing, and tidying up.An hour into my cleaning spree, my phone buzzed with a notification. I wiped my hands on a towel and picked it up.It was a message from a hidden number: “How are you faring?”I stared at the screen, puzzled.“Who could this be?” Could it be Molly or Andre? But why use