If I want to be friends with his uncle, then I will. I’m not the Antonia that lets him limit her anymore.And I won't ever be.“You’re not ready to leave here, are you, Antonia?”I shake my head, my expression unwavering as I respond, “I am. I’m just making sure I don't go from one cage to another c
Malachi leaves but his condition remains in the room with me. It’s heavy on my mind and pressing in my thoughts.I’ll never agree to something like that.A bitter feeling crawls down the back of my throat but i push it down. I feel stupid for feeling good while i was speaking to him a while ago. No
It dies once it’s been satisfied. I’m sure it’ll take one or two “encounters” for him to realize he doesn’t want me. It had to take Tieran becoming my shining knight in armor for me to survive, but the moment that happens, Malachi suddenly comes to his senses and demands something he lost.If i ref
~Malachi’s pov.~“Mr Finn.”I raise my eyes to the door of my office and i find my assistant standing there. Liam has a tired look in his eyes. I should release him. He’s done his fair share of work today, but we spent time at the hospital and the work allotted for that time went undone. Someone ha
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 t
~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 fa
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 as
“No!”Her response is so immediate I slap myself on the forehead. Of course it’s not. I heard her moaning just now.“I’m so sorry, Bridget. Forget I even asked. How about lunch or dinner? We have a lot to talk about and I'd like us to be up to date.”There’s still anxiety in Bridget’s voice but her