“Dad!”My voice sounds frantic but I'm trying to make it not. This is okay. It doesn’t mean anything.“Dad!!”“Mr Elcot!!”Bridget makes her way up the stairs and is halfway to the upper floor when we hear my father’s cool voice travel through the room, “Why is my lovely daughter screaming for me? I
My father nods, and though I can see he wants us to speak about it, I know I can't right now. I’m feeling every emotion a little bit too strongly, and I don't know what I'll feel if we have this discussion.“The world is ready for your show my dear. How are we feeling?”The change in topic brings a
Malachi’s pov.“Mr Finn.”I ignore the sound of my name, knowing it won’t go away until I answer it but taking some bit of pleasure in knowing I don't have to respond until I want to.“Mr Finn.”Or until I'm annoyed enough to.There’s annoyance and then there’s impatience.My eyes drift to the pictu
“Does it really take a disguise to see my husband now?” I feel a point in my chest deflate when I hear the voice.I was unconsciously hoping it was Antonia. I won’t lie about that.If it was her, I'd have stalked her until she was trapped, back against the wall and face looking up into mine. I’d be
~Skye~Malachi is the man that’s right for me.He’s a real man. A man who comes from a solid generation of wealth. Though his grandfather and family are all mediocre cretins, Malachi has always been different, and it’s no different if a man descends from trash, as long as he becomes someone worth r
There’s absolutely no light in Malachi’s eyes as he speaks.“You carrying my child was not by choice, Skye. I didn’t choose you to be the mother of my child.We had a one night stand I can barely remember and which you make me despise myself for. I wasn’t joking when I said it was a mistake.I would
Antonia’s pov.I watch from the safety of the car as Skye briskly hops into a Porsche and drives off.It was foolish of me to come here.What if I had gotten down from the car and been on my way to wherever my silly head was meaning to go and then I bumped into her.It would have seemed like I was t
She waits for a second and sighs tiredly, “No. It’s not the same dress. She’s…” I see her eyes dart to me briefly and I see envy, bright and vicious in her eyes as she looks away and continues, “She’s dressed differently. I don’t think it’s Skye.” Skye? Didn’t Skye leave here a second ago? Why wou