He turns immediately, “Yes, Mr Finn.” I release a low breath, “Make a call to the necessary people to have the hotel ban on Antonia removed, effective immediately.” His response is weary but there, “Yes, Mr Finn.” I ignore it because it only reminds me of Antonia. She’d never make me feel like I
The Elcot mansion is a masterpiece and the hall is full of notable faces. I stand at one side, my eyes searching for the man of the day when something strange happens. I see someone who looks like Antonia. Too much like Antonia. I follow her immediately. I feel my eyes must be playing tricks on me
Antonia’s pov. Malachi lets go of my arm at the sight of Tieran, and though I said I’d feel nothing for him, that I’d never let myself have any emotions for Malachi Finn - I still find a bit of my heart breaking every time because he manages to surprise me. I know Malachi can be more than mean, I
That I am worthy of love, and respect. That I'm someone to be looked at with pride. I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do today. I’ve never felt more loved, because my father, Damien Elcot Grey, opened the doors of his house just for me. Skye’s voice seeps into my ears again, bland and disdainf
Tieran’s pov. Meddling in people’s affairs has never been my thing. Yet as I sit in my office and cast my eyes on the ceiling, I can't help but think back to Antonia. To the tears in her eyes she was trying so bravely to hide because of my little nephew. Malachi and I are barely four years apart
I need to see one of them first, and I know which one I have to. Every time I drive into the Finn mansion, I'm impressed to see how much it has been improved upon. Sienna always had something for architecture, and it shows in how she’s modified this place. The butler goes forward to announce my pre
Antonia’s pov. Something comes in the mail and a maid takes it in. My father takes it up to the upper levels of the mansion and while he does so, I'm watching him, feeling like shit as I mope in the garden because of what Malachi said. His words ring repeatedly in my ear and I ask myself why I sho
My father only smiles and nods. I don’t know what to do so I hug him, because he’s being so good to me, I don't know what to say. He hugs me back and it’s heartfelt. I pull back and ask him, “I thought you stepped out of business officially a few years ago.” He nods, “Times have changed now. This