I have something important to do here. I’m not leaving it and going off to have sex with him, especially not on a day like today. It’s too important.”Is there ever a day you’ll put yourself first?”The question makes a line of static ring in my brain for a while but before i can respond Ian goes o
Antonia's pov.The sky is rippling with stars and i begin to fidget in the car as we drive out to the Starlight hall.I’m dressed in a simple gown.Long flowing silk is sewn in with some of the moon’s tears fabric, and embossed with a subtle but ripping waterfall of diamonds and jewels. As estravaga
Malachi pulls back almost immediately, and as his eyes turn to me i see something shift in his expression.He smiles. The act is rare enough that i’m stunned but the look it gives him also lights up his face quite well. Malachi’s vopice is tinged with some humor as he responds, “I wouldn’t resort t
Bridget jacks me away the moment she catches the sight of me. She downright ignores Malachi and glares at him when he tries to follow us. He glares right back but relents and walks off, but not before he directs a look my way.Not before he stares at me long and hard and so well i know he’s doing it
The floor shifts and rolls. The very image of fluffy clouds and radiant light.I can see people discussing, talking. Armed with cameras, all of them.Tonigt is going to be a defining night.”Well if it isn’t the talk of the town.”I turn immediately to see a female walking towards me.It’s been a lo
Antonia’s pov. My boss and husband Malachi Finn chats excitedly with his first love in the office. I stand outside, and through the glass door, I can see a warm smile on his face. It’s a smile I've never seen before. I know the right thing to do as a competent secretary would be to leave, but as h
Anguish and pain rip through my already raw heart, and for a while all I can do is look at him. I stare at the annoyance on his face and the rage gathering in his eyes. I look away as tears well in mine and I stare at the floor as I blink them back, asking with a steady but tired voice, a voice th
The funeral draws something out of me. From the fact that no one in the Finn household seemed to care that my grandmother had died, down to Malachi’s nonchalance about her death and his sustained anger at what happened with Skye. My heart throbs and aches while I have to carry out the preparations