Tieran’s pov.The city skyline stretches out into the distance, but there’s no sunset. No colorful clouds and yellow tinged fluffs rolling by. The sky is dark and a solitary moon hangs there, shining reservedly. The few stars around try their best to twinkle, but the moon isn’t in for any of that tonight.My mind tells me it moves away just a bit, so it can add distance between it and the stars.The realization hits me. That’s what my life feels like right now. I don’t know if I'm the moon, or just one of the stars trying to outshine the moon, but I know one thing. Like those stars and the moon, I’m alone.And this can’t be how I choose to spend the rest of my life. I don’t want to be alone.The furrow that forms on my brow is unsettling and I feel turmoil begin to build inside of me. My secretary’s voice snaps me back to reality, “Mr Blackstone.”I glance at the door and give a relaxed raise of my eyebrow. She becomes nervous under the weight of my gaze, “There’s a lady at the recep
~Bridget's pov.~It’s becoming very hard not to hate all the men of the Finn family. Malachi’s father was okay, but the younger generation seem to have serious issues.I trip on the darned heels I'm wearing and swear as I almost take a direct dive into the cold hard ground. I don’t even care if I fall. I need his help and he’s walking the fuck away from me.“Tieran, wait! I can help!”My wobbling steps are nothing in comparison to the distance his long legs cover in powerful strides. The sound of an elevator door coming open floats into my ears, and then they close and I know I have missed my chance.He’s gone, and after I had to lie in wait at his main office just to discover this place, I'm not happy about it, “Coward!”I call the name out loudly and with venom. I don’t care if he’s going to hear me. He should. Maybe then he’d grow a pair of balls and come back so we can do something about his nephew who’s keeping my best friend hostage!I turn back to look at the receptionist sta
Antonia’s pov.I never imagined leaving a hospital would be one of the things I'd consider a triumph, yet this feels like one. The doctor is looking at his reports delicately and he’s nodding to himself.His voice is calm as he speaks, “You’re fine Mrs Finn, and you’re free to go too. Mr Finn has asked that this report be sent to him, so I'll do that.”I roll my eyes mentally. Of course he will.I give no further response except a casual nod. The doctor begins to look at me like there’s something else he wants to say, and I actually predicted this would happen. The thought came to me, and I nodded to myself saying yes, he’ll probably try to tell me he relates to my situation on some level, though I doubt he can ever truly relate to being held captive by a man with the aid of other men… Unless he can, in which case I’d rather not hear the story. I’ve gone through enough trauma for a few months. I forgive him and the nurses. There’s no need to hold a grudge I'll never be able to do an
The grounds of my father’s mansion are as stunning as when I first saw it, except this time, something much more valuable than this mansion is sitting in his wheelchair outside the large oak double doors.Ian’s voice confirms my suspicion, “He’s really worried about you.”I nod in agreement with that comment. I can see that. I can see it in the blank look in his eyes and the tired creases on my father’s forehead.He’s waiting for me, and it hurts my heart as much as it warms. I'm seeing him here. Because I've had to put him through this. I get down from the car when Ian parks and I walk over to him. My father rises when I come into arm’s reach and he pulls me into a hug.A deep feeling of remorse rises up in me when I notice how tight he holds me. Tears sting my eyes and my voice comes out scratchy when I speak, “I’m so sorry, Dad. I’m sorry for making you worry. I never intended to. I’m so sorry.”My father only keeps his hug with me tight and I can hear how fast his heart is raci
“Hi, I understand you’re Bridget.”My father’s voice is as warm as an indoor fire. Bridget’s voice is cold as ice from the shock as she nods and responds, “Yes, that’s…. That’s me. It’s an honor to meet you Mr Elcot. I’ve heard so much about you.”My father smiles warmly at her and the sound of whirring distracts all three of us for a while. My father’s wheelchair rolls of its own accord to the entrance of the mansion and stops there. I help him over and he sits.He has to exercise his legs, and they’re strong enough for a thirty minute walk, but he’s still chairbound. I’ll have to speak to his doctor on that.“I’ll leave you two to speak in private. I think your friend had a lot of questions, Antonia. I’ll be at the table.”I smile thankfully at my father and turn to find the look of shock in Bridget’s eyes has deepend. My father’s chair wheels him away, and the minute he’s far enough Bridget descends on me with questions.“That was Damien Elcot, wasn’t it? THE Damien Elcot?”I nod a
For the duration of the lunch, Bridget does nothing other than speak to my father.I can tell tthat she’s still shocked by all that has happened. I think she’s more than surprised to be honest. I think she’s astounded, and mayb a bit hurt that i didn’t tell her of this earlier.I expected her to react like this. I realise i’ve been expecting a lot of things lately, and none of them good. I do that thinking if what i have expectd finally happens, i might not feel so bad. I do that thinking if what i have anticipated comes, i’ll be a little less hurt.I don’t think that’s working here.“Will Antonia live here now?”At the mention of my name, i’m pulled out of my thoughts and i look blankly at the other two peopled seated at the table. My father’s eyes are searching mine, and i can telll he’s also wondering what’s wrong.Bridget has been warm and welcoming of him. I did expect her to grab a fork and threaten my father while directing the pointed edges at him. I also expected her to rail
Bridget’s pov.I feel like the worst person on the planet.I stare at Antonia even though i always knew something like this would happen.Call me crazy, but i wasn’t lying when i said i knew Antonia was someone special.I met her for the first time in high school. She was the silent type. Antonia has alwas been the kind of person to think first and act later.A twinge of guilt rocks me to my core, so deep i feel something bitter at the back of my throat. I know i’m not lke her, and during our early years, it made other girls despise her. Antonia was bright, and studious, and pretty. Antonia was everything they were not.I’ve always known she was a very special person, and now she has a father that can prove that.“Is something else going on Bridget?”The dreaded question leaves Antonia’s lips and floats into my ears. I swallow, and chuckle in what i hope is an easy going, well mannered way. I never learnt how to chuckle. I only know how to laugh… well. I ask, “Why would you think anyt
Antonia’s pov.Bridget is more like herself after our little talk in the kitchens. I should be happy.More than happy even, i should be ecstatic. I should be smiling in happines at myself. At tthe fact tthatt i was the one who was able to sense something was wrong with my friend, fix it, and then get her back to her usual self.I should be proud of myself, except pride is the opposite of what i feel.I feel so ashamed.Bridget was so honest with me back there. She showed me the reason why i have and will always have her s a bestfriend. She was so accepting of the fact that i was keeping something from her, and something this huge too for that matter.Much more than that, she told me she’s always known i am special, and i believe that, because she has never given me any reason to doubt that.She’s always been my rock.Always been the most constant, most special person to me, though we aren’t related by blood. Just friendship.My friend asked me a question, and when i should have been