Wow, and Yikes? Also, i love Tieran's clapbacks😎
Antonia’s pov. ‘You’re leaving Malachi aren’t you, Antonia?” Grandfather’s voice echoes in my ears as I sit on a couch in one of the rooms in Tieran’s mansion and the discussion we had replays. I sigh because I couldn't even hide it. I couldn’t tell him that I was going to stay behind and still b
My father stares at me with blank, dead eyes and I don't know what hurts more. The pain that he’s going through or the fact that I'm the one making him go through it. I wish someone were here with me right now, but no one is so I have to face this alone. I get up from the table and walk over to my
Leaving the Elcot mansion fills me with a bittersweet feeling. It’s hard watching my father stay at the entrance while I get into the car and drive off. I’ve explored as much of the grounds as I could these past few days, but I know there’s still so much more he wants to show me. So much more I nee
Malachi’s pov. “A call has come in for you Mr Finn.” I raise my head to look at the door and the wireless receiver in my new secretary’s hand. I ask coldly, “Did you learn how to forward a call when you had your orientation?” She nods slowly, a sheepish look in her eyes and an embarrassed blush o
Antonia’s pov. I thought the main conflict would happen when Malachi was back and I was prepared for it, but Sienna seems to have prepared herself for more than that because it isn’t even evening yet, and she’s already making me mad. She was going through my bags! Anger and rage boil and bubble u
Malachi glares at me and while he does so, I can't help but notice the well-defined sharp angle of his jaw. He’s never been with me in this garden and I always wondered when we would take a walk in here together as a couple. Malachi releases his hold on my arm and stalks off back into the mansion.
The living room is deserted when I walk past it again and I'm thankful for it. No doubt Malachi would have tried to keep me from stepping out of the house if he saw me. He’d have failed. No one can keep me from going anywhere anymore. I’m no longer his wife. I no longer have to live by his rules.
“I apologize for the delay, sir. I’m trying to gain her entrance pass. No one goes in without an entrance pass.” The male in front of me gives the officer at the checkpoint a look that says he already knows that, and from that look alone my opinion about him sours further. He’s the guy I met at the