Hello readers. Mischievous little author here. More updates in a bit, meanwhile, does anyone know how Antonia will solve this? The thought of a fashion show honoring her grandmother with that jacket as the final centerpiece is just too good to resist isn't it? Yet what she needs to create that has just been stolen out from under her 😔 Keep reading to find out, and remember to please vote with gems and leave your comments. I love to hear from you all. Please be happy comments(❁´◡`❁). P.S will give updates about a group for readers soon. Stay tuned.
Malachi’s pov. Antonia stays out the whole night. Anger and annoyance curl in me as I think about it, but I won't let it affect me. She’s bound to think she can be a bit wild and she’s made that clear from her argument with my mother. Antonia is like an insolent teen seeking attention when she’s
Antonia’s pov.I sleep on the cold floor when I return from the auction. I don’t even care about the fact that it’s cold, or hard, I’m just glad the dusty, flea-infested furniture Sienna asked the maids to bring into the room hasn’t been brought in.I’d have slept in the car if that had happened.
The facade of passion Malachi puts on melts off immediately and his face freezes over. He asks blandly, “Why?”I respond plainly, “Because I'm not here for you, Malachi. I’m here to pay off a debt and the moment I do that I'll be gone again.”“Back into Tieran’s arms, like the shameless family divid
At the cafe.“What’s wrong Antonia?”Bridget sees right through the smile I'm trying to put on. I keep that smile on my face as I pick up the cup of coffee before me and take a sip. I respond calmly with a shrug, “Nothing’s wrong.”Bridget gives me a look that shows she doesn’t believe that, and I
The fashion industry hopes it will make an entrance on runways soon, but with how little there is of the fabric, everyone remains skeptical.~I hand the tablet back to Bridget and add sulkily, “It was bought by someone the auctioneer kept referring to as ‘His Excellency the Senator.’ I literally ha
I blink as I hear Bridget’s words, taking it in and trying to search for a suitable reaction. I never knew she had someone she was seeing.I know she has a boyfriend, unless, “You broke up with Paul.”She shakes her head, “He broke up with me and got married to some blonde Barbie doll the next day.”
Bridget and I conclude breakfast a few minutes before noon. The cafe owners know we’re regulars so no one complains about the amount of time we spend here. Going out now, I feel really good. Way better than I was feeling this morning. Bridget stops in front of my car and gives a wolf whistle. I rol
Tieran stands there with an unreadable look on his face and I stand, feeling something hot and violent going through my veins. It’s violent and at the same time it’s powerfully sad and I can't think. I can’t see anything but the shame that is filling me up so thoroughly.Malachi just kissed me, but