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
The grounds of my father’s mansion are as stunning as when I first saw it, except this time, something much more valuable than this mansion is sitting in his wheelchair outside the large oak double doors.Ian’s voice confirms my suspicion, “He’s really worried about you.”I nod in agreement with tha
I surprise him, “You have my full presence till 3pm today. There’s a good chance I might make a decision that changes that though. Do you know Bridget?”My father shakes his head and I chuckle as I inform him, “She’s a friend. A very good friend.She’s the one who’s been helping me run my fashion
A voice in my head reminds me of the reality of what I'm doing again, and I nod in agreement to it. I know what I'm doing. I’ve agreed to become Antonia Verentia Elcot. It means I'll be revealing one of my trump cards to Malachi, and to the world at large, but family isn’t meant to be a trump card.
“Hi, I understand you’re Bridget.”My father’s voice is as warm as an indoor fire. Bridget’s voice is cold as ice from the shock as she nods and responds, “Yes, that’s…. That’s me. It’s an honor to meet you Mr Elcot. I’ve heard so much about you.”My father smiles warmly at her and the sound of whir