Hi dear reader. I apologize for the staggered updates. I've been having a bit of a dry spell lately. I see one reader is very insistent on Malachi and Antonia getting back together, but we can all agree he has a lot of things to make up for to even stand a chance, right? Stick around and find out how. Please remember to leave your comments, reviews, and vote with gems. Love you all.
Bridget’s pov.There’s a line outside the bar and I wait until it decreases before I go in. Keeping myself undercover and inconspicuous has never been my style but for the sake of what’s at hand, I have to do it.I’ve never had any problem sticking out like a sore thumb. In fact I’ve always been abl
She says she’s just trying to fill in the space that was left with Antonia’s departure. She says it in this obviously overbearing tone that says we can all go fuck ourselves. She thinks she’s the new CEO in Malachi’s absence.” David chuckles bitterly and sighs, “No offense to Antonia, work was much
Antonia’s pov.There’s basically no one at home when I get back.My father isn’t back and I don't think Bridget is either. I look at the time and see it’s past 8. I spent a lot of time at the park. A bit of guilt runs through my heart when I think of that. My hold on the drawing pad in my hands als
I ask, “Did something good happen today?”My father gives a hearty laugh and exclaims, “Something great happened.” He moves in closer and proceeds to speak under his breath, “You remember that investment I spoke to you about a while ago?”It takes a while but the afternoon comes back and I nod. I ca
“Antonia.”I hear my name but it’s from afar. The moment i turn i bump into someone, and just like that the landscape of darkness changes. It’s like someone flipped on a switch from pitch-black to full color. People are walking around. The honk of a car in the distance temporarily pulls my attentio
I don’t know what to call this feeling.I know i’ve felt it before. Infact, i’ve felt it more times than i can count so i should be used to it. Still nothing prepares me for what i see.The door comes bounding open and it drags my attention to it by the slam it makes. My father’s chair immediately w
The moment my father is out of the room i spare a glance at Malachi and speak in a flat unfeeling tone, “If you come near me with that needle, i’ll jam it into your eye and call my father back so he can know who you are.”My spared glance lingers, and becomes something much more than a glance, becau
“Miss Antonia, Can i have your hand please? I have to check your pulse.”The doctor is sweating. He’s sweating profusely and that’s strange because the room is well airconditioned. The cool air is steady and sufficient enough that not a drop of sweat should be rolling off anybody. Of course if i wa