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
Malachi’s pov.“Mr Finn.”I clench my jaw and grit my teeth.“Mr Finn.” Maybe if I ignore the sound of my name, it’ll go away.A second passes, then ten, then sixty.“Mr Finn.”She squeals when I snap my head to look at her in response. I’m going to give her a heart attack before she’s done working