“Antonia.”My phone rings on the table and i hear Bridget’s voice coming from it. I go over to dry my hair and pick it from the table, sighing as i respond, “Yes, Bridget.”“I’m outside!” I can hear that she’s a bit annoyed from the tone of her voice, but i know she’s not annoyed at me so i ask slow
I sit on the floor beside her face and push her hair back as i ask, “How are you holding up?”Unlike her, i don’t have some place i have taken permanent residence in up in her brain, and i need to know if she’s okay. Her response is given in a bright and monotonous tone, “I’m fine, Antonia. I’ve had
I open my door to the maid and gesture for her to come in, and with Bridget present, we listen to her narrate the events of the afternoon.Skye slapped her in a fit of rage when she tried to clear up to Skye that i didn’t threaten her, just tried to demand some respect. She apologizes again for not
“What is she doing here?.”Malachi’s voice lacks all the ice and spite he seemed to infuse in his words while we were at the table just now. I feel he’s trying to be diplomatic but I don't want to. I answer curtly, “She’s here for dinner. Is there any problem with that?”Malachi turns and the look o
“You’re going to regret doing that to her.”I turn to look at who’s passing the warning and sure enough it’s Malachi in the flesh. I respond with a scoff and ask, “What exactly did i do to your precious Skye?”Apart from the fact that he followed me into the bathroom to tell me this, Malachi has bee
Bridget is trailing me like a duck to it’s mother end. I can tell she’s delirously excited and i wish she would actually squeal like i know she wants to. I knew dinner tonight would be chaotic, but it’s also the first dinner i’ll be having where i don’t take all the talking down on and even actively
Malachi’s pov.Tieran refuses to pick up my calls and i feel my jaw clench at that.He has no right. He has no right to get Antonia furniture when i fully mean to make her suffer without it.He has no right to interfere in my marriage. He’s biting off more than he can chew.The anger in me seems to
My mother scoffs and looks away as she responds, “Does that girl deserve anything better than that?”I hold the response on my tongue until it’s become kinder, “Women aren’t taking too lightly to being maltreated by their mother in laws anymore, mum. I can’t protect you when you’re deliberately tryi