Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Farrow's point of view I wiggled my legs in joy, holding my wine glass high.“Congratulations to us,” I said, dancing in joy.Morgan just won the WBA award and that makes us automatically richer.“Oh yeah,” I danced, watching him go up the stage to get the award.“Go baby,” I screamed. And there he was, my Morgan Thornhill, standing tall and powerful, accepting the award on behalf of Thornhill Enterprises. His suit was sharp, and his presence alone was commanding.But suddenly,my happy mood turned sour, bitter even.But it wasn’t Morgan that made my blood boil. It was a name he just called.Marrissa. What! Why the fuck does he need her on stage.Why praise her, she is a goddamn secretary,she is doing her job.I can't understand this.She stood by his side, her arm looped through his like she belonged there — like she was the one meant to stand next to him in that moment of victory. She smiled up at him, her wide and stupid mouth, like a mindless sheep just happy to be petted. I c

Morgan's point of view I suspected something was going on, the excitement surrounding Marrissa was something else. I asked her what her excitement was about, and with a smiling face she said nothing. Of course, I didn't believe her, I saw her on a number of occasions discussing with Kathy and Siri, always whispering and giggling. I asked Kathy and Siri what's going on, and they said nothing was going on. I gave up. So that afternoon, I took my phone and dialed a number. “Hello Mark”. “Hello Mr Thornhill”, he replied on the other line. “Is my baby ready for pickup”, I asked. “All set sir.” “Okay, I'll be right there”. Taking my keys, I drove to Imperial valley. “Good afternoon Mr Thornhill”, the secretary greeted, smiling seductively. “Hey Jane, how's work?”, I said, walking into Mark's office. We shook hands and I sat on a chair facing him. “Your baby is ready and I must say she is dazzling to behold”. I smiled, “I can't wait to see her”, I said. “Did you put the stuff I asked f

Morgan's point of view I was surprised to see dad’s call early the next morning. “Good morning dad”, “Morning son, where are you?” *Am at home ”,what's up?" I asked. "There is an important project I want us to discuss now, I was you to come over this morning ”, dad said. “Can't we discuss it some other time?”, I asked. “No”, he replied immediately.“Okay, I'll be on my way, but please I need it to be brief, I promised to stay with Marrissa today”, I said before ending the phone. I sat for a moment wondering “why dad didn't wish me a happy birthday," has he forgotten about my birthday? “ I scrolled through my messages and no message came from anyone.Anyways, Marrissa gave be the most wonderful birthday gift already, one that surpasses anything anyone could give me. I smiled as my mind went back to all Marrissa said and did yesterday. I couldn't help but smile again,” I'm the luckiest of all men”, I said standing up to get ready. By the time I got to my dad's house it was alr

Morgan's point of view I sensed trouble the moment I saw Farrow walk into the hall. It was not just the way she carried herself, all poised and confident, as if she had just won some grand victory, it was the look in her eyes. A dangerous glow in her eyes told me she was up to no good.But nothing could have prepared me for the utter nonsense she spewed out next. "Pregnant," she had said, smiling like she just made a happy announcement. And just like that, everyone in the hall became confused. As for me, I almost laughed. No, I actually did laugh. A bitter, humorless sound that barely made it past my lips before anger flooded in. I would never father a child with Farrow Hudson. The very idea was disgusting. Unthinkable. Especially not now that everything is fine with me and Marrissa.But the scary thing is, even as my mind screamed that it was not possible, a whisper of doubt crawled its way into my thoughts. What if—just what if—she was telling the truth? I shook my head v

Marrissa's point of view The party has finally come to an end, and all of the guests are gone. The house suddenly felt quiet, too quiet for my liking. Morgan and I stood at the front door, watching as his father’s car disappeared down the long driveway. Mr. Thornhill had been the last to leave after the birthday party, and although the air still held the faint echo of music and laughter, the celebration was over.It had been a success, more than a success, really. It had been a perfect night.Well… almost perfect.Farrow’s little stunt had come close to ruining everything, but thankfully, it did not. I refused to let her ruin Morgan's day.I turned back into the house and saw the maids moving through the banquet hall like shadows, they were working slowly, obviously exhausted. Everyone of them had been busy with one thing or the other throughout the day.Some of them were clearing out glasses, some wiping down tables, and the others gathering stray decorations. It didn’t take a geni