Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Marrissa's point of view Morgan's words had cut me deeper than even he could imagine, and the most painful part was, everything he said was not entirely true nor were they all false.True, I started having contractions earlier and although I was worried, the doctor had told me to avoid stress and rest and that I did to the best of my ability. I didn't tell Morgan because I didn't want to either overwhelm him, with the stress of the WBA, and then his party and then Farrow, I felt all of that was already too much for him.And he blames me for being independent. I lost my dad before I was ten, and my mother had taught me to be strong, to be independent and to rely on no one and those values were what made me survive her death. I grew up alone with no one to assist or help so I was all I have. How is that my fucking fault? I trembled in grief.I could not even believe he accused me of wanting this, this pain. God, I have never seen a bigger fool than Morgan.Deep down, I really do not wa

Marrissa's point of view I moved carefully through the penthouse as the date to my flight approached. I double-checked every detail of my plans almost every hour.And of course, I made sure Morgan did not suspect anything. I avoided him as much as I could and when I could not, I would just smile, nod, and brush it off like everything was okay. God I could not wait to leave..I needed to breathe. I needed space away from his control, his accusations, his world. And most of all, I needed to figure out who I was without him and I hope to do all that in spain.The day finally came, the day of my flight. That day, I woke up before the sun rose. I moved about carefully. I had already placed my luggage in the trunk of my car the previous night.So, after freshening up, I grabbed the outfit I had set aside the night before, a simple yet elegant white slacks, a light blue blouse, and my beige trench coat. I wanted to look good and confident. Not like a woman running away. After getting dre

Morgan's point of view Marrissa, Marissa, I wonder why she looked edgy this morning. It was like she had something under her sleeve.I gripped the steering wheel tighter as I drove to work that morning, my mind tangled with thoughts I didn’t want to acknowledge. “What do you really want? Do you love Marrissa or not?” The first answer was easy. I wanted Marrissa back. But the second? That was more complicated. Love? Could I even love anyone? My heart didn’t work the same way it used to. I couldn’t lose myself in love again. There was this fear, this wall I couldn’t break down, no matter how much I wanted to. And the truth is Marrissa made it even harder. Yes, I admired her. Yes, I craved her. But love her? That was a different conversation entirely. I could say the words, but deep down, but I wasn’t sure I had the capacity to feel them. Something inside me was broken—maybe permanently. The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became. I sighed, shaking my head

Marrissa's point of view I tried to escape to my room after dinner but Andre stopped me. He stretched out his hand and held mine. With my back against him, I almost cried, I wanted to run away as fast as possible to avoid the continuation of the discussion we had during dessert.“Marrissa,” he called me softly and I turned to face him. “Come, take a stroll with me,” he said. I raised an eyebrow. “ At this time, isn’t it late? Besides, you need to rest, you just came out from a journey.” He scoffed. “Trust me, this is the best time for a walk. And I don’t need any rest, I was not the one flying the plane, besides I'm not an old man, remember?” I smirked. “Really?, but you do look like a seventy old man though.” We both laughed at the joke and I wanted to dash to the door when he stopped me again.“Come on, Marrissa.”There was something about the way he said it that made it hard to say no. So, I nodded, and minutes later, we were driving to a nearby beach. The moment we ar

Marrissa's point of view For two days, I had locked myself in my room, drowning in my thoughts. I barely ate, barely moved, I just laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that happened in the club over and over. The more I thought about it, the more I blamed myself. “It’s all my fault,” I chastised myself. If only I had been stronger. If only I had been wiser. If only I had not let my emotions cloud my judgment. Morgan, Andre, my past, my present, everything is tangled together in my mind, and it's making me go crazy. I feel my heart was stretched in two opposing directions, and I didn't know which path to follow. A soft knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts. "Marrissa, please, open the door. "We need to talk," Madam Señorita said in a gentle but firm voice. I sighed as I got up and walked to the door. I already knew what this conversation would be about. I paused midway, staring at the locked door as if it was the only thing shielding me fr