Antonia’s pov.
I spend the night in another room and I don't know if Malachi notices my absence nor do I care.
I take a visit to the cemetery, just to see my grandmother’s grave for one last final time, and when I come back every bone in my body hurts. It’s the familiar hum of fatigue and tiredness and as it surges through me, it reminds me that I'm pregnant too.
A light headache whips through my head, but I ignore it and head straight to the room.
I’m not staying here for another minute.
At the thought of Malachi, something in my heart seems to begin burning, and I can't deal with that. I don’t want to see him. I take one last look at the room that we’ve both shared for the past three years and different images flash past behind my eyes.
Images of both of us, on that bed. Passion being the one thing that brought us together. Yet even then, I'd just been deluding myself into thinking he loved me. That he had sex with me because he wanted it as much as I did.
I go to the walk-in wardrobe and pick out my traveling bag, wheeling it to the bed. I’m packing my things and moving out immediately. Even now, I haven't received a single call from him. This place isn’t worth my effort and time.
“I see you’re back.”
I stop in my tracks at the sound of that voice but it’s only for a second. My hands move once more, cleanly folding my clothes and putting them in the bag as I respond plainly, “I am, mother-in-law. Happy to see you too.”
Sienna Finn chortles and annoyance threatens to spike inside me because I know exactly what she thinks of me. I’ve known it for almost every day I've lived in this house as a married woman whenever she comes around.
“Did the funeral go okay?” She asks. She chuckles lowly as she goes on, “I didn’t want Malachi to be there because I was afraid you’d use the occasion to take money from him because of his sympathy.
My son has worked hard for that money. I can’t just let you squander it.”
A dark smile spreads on my face, and I give her the response I'd always hesitated from giving her out of respect, “Anyone listening would think I'm being addressed by a blind drunk, Sienna. Your son can keep his money. That was never what I wanted in the first place.”
I move to the wardrobe and pull down clothes from the rack. I glance at Sienna Finn on the way out and the shock on her face is pleasing. She sputters and flares into a rage, “How dare you speak to me like that, you insolent thing?! I am Malachi’s mother!”
I nod, my response sarcastic, “No one would miss it if that’s what you’re worried about.”
It’s true too.
Malachi shares noticeable features with his mother. The same burnished gold hair, the same angular jaw. She surges towards me but I turn to her, my eyes holding a cold light as I silently dare her to raise her hand on me.
I voice out the thought in her mind, “Probably asking yourself, “What does this little bitch think she’s doing?”
Lay a finger on me and see.”
There’s no mistaking the subdued violence in my tone and Malachi’s mother looks at me confused. Her expression goes vicious again and she walks over to my bag. I already know what she’s thinking of doing so I'm not surprised when she picks up the necklace on the bed.
She holds it up, a triumphant and condescending look in her eyes as she asks, “Where do you think you’re going with this? My son bought this for you. I don’t care where you’re headed but nothing of my son’s will leave this house.”
I chortle, “Malachi didn’t get that for me. Put it down, lady.”
Sienna flies into a rage, “Lady!?”
I nod, unafraid and undisturbed, ''Would you have preferred ‘aged Madam?’, ‘Elderly citizen?’ ‘Distinguished member of those over the age of 50?’”
I give each response with as much relish as I can and Sienna goes red in the face. This time she actually walks to me in an annoyed and menacing manner but a voice stops her right in her tracks.
“Mother.”
Sienna halts in her tracks and turns to the door, her expression going relieved and then teary as she turns towards Malachi, “Oh, Malachi. Can you imagine what this girl has been saying to me? She tried taking this necklace you got for her and when I said to wait, she began calling me old.”
I snicker. That’s one way to put it. She and Skye will make a great pair.
Malachi walks towards me and grabs me roughly by the hand, anger visible in his eyes,
“What is the meaning of this Antonia?”I didn’t think it was possible for my heart to shatter further, but somehow it does.
I want to ignore him until I'm firmly out of here, but since it’s come to this, I face him.
A strange sight greets me.
Malachi is holding a bouquet of tulips and a few shopping bags in his other hand.
I stare at it in confusion first, but it doesn’t last because he asks again, his voice in a darker tone, “I said what’s the meaning of this Antonia? Did you really call my mum old?”
I quip back in that same distant plain tone I used when he approached me last night, “Did your mum just call me a thief? You heard what she said. Now take a look at that necklace, and tell me, did you get it for me?”
The necklace is made of jade, with a circling diamond in the middle. It’s the kind of thing most of the upper class wouldn’t wear because they’d think it’s fake.
I ask again in that same cold manner, “Did you ever get me a gift like that Malachi? Or anything that was a gift?”
I see the blood flow to Malachi’s face and it amuses me to see he still has the ability to be embarrassed. I thought he’d lost that too.
Malachi makes a show of turning to his mother and looking at the necklace in her hands. His voice is almost subdued as he tells her, “I didn’t get her that mother.”
I yank my hand away from his grip and walk over to Sienna, taking the necklace back from her grasp and dragging my eyes to the flowers. My allergy acts up immediately and I sneeze, covering my nose as I do so.
I look at both of them and ask derisively, “How would a man who doesn’t know his wife is allergic to tulips get her a necklace she’d actually like enough to take away?
That sounds so pathetic, don’t you think?”
I walk over to my bag and continue with packing.I feel Malachi’s glare. Every bit of it in all its righteous indignation and a thrum of pain surges in my heart. He puts the flowers down, embarrassment visible on his face. I briefly entertain the hope that he’s embarrassed because he’s finally come to his senses and realized his actions as a husband these past few years have been nothing to write home about.Malachi shatters my expectations once again, “The flowers weren’t for you anyways, and where do you think you’re going?”I chuckle bitterly to myself because it’s obvious he’d rather drown than admit to himself he hasn’t been perfect.I place the jade necklace into my bag and reach under the pillow to pull out the papers I'd placed there this morning. A twinge of embarrassment courses through me because the better option would have been to drop it onto the bedside table. He’s always complained about how unprofessional it is to keep things under the pillow for him to find, and see
The first thing that goes wrong is the weather. The skies had been moody on my visit to the cemetery but now they’re dark and are hanging heavy with rain. I drag my suitcase down the road looking for a taxi but I should have known I would never get one here. The Finn mansion isn’t located in just any part of the city I seek solace under a small canopy and feel tears sliding down my cheeks in frustration. Malachi’s words, and his mom’s taunts…. No one should be treated that way. For all my years in the Finn house, I've been nothing but respectful to Sienna, I've always been silent at tables because of her. Malachi thinks I can't live without that? He thinks I can't live without him treating me like less of a human than he would others?A sudden honk snaps me out of my thoughts and water splashes on me immediately. I gasp, my yell stuttering from shock and surprise. I was clearly by the side of the road. Anyone with two eyes would have seen me. The car that had splashed me with wa
I wake up in the comfort of a soft bed, and I snuggle into it because every part of my body hurts. I groan softly, and moan as I find a better spot that accelerates the comfort I feel. The first thing that makes me know something is weird is the scent of this bed. It’s a scent that makes me want to bury my nose into the bed and breathe more of it. It’s minty. Earthy. Musky. This isn’t what my bed smells like, then I open my eyes, and fear goes through me. I’m in a strange room I look around to see it’s large. It’s sparsely but tastefully furnished. The room radiates power and restraint at the same time. More than that it’s a room I've never been in before. I jolt when I hear a rich dark voice call out my name, “Antonia.” I whip my eyes to its direction immediately, and a confusing sight meets me because standing right there at the door, is Tieran, Malahchi’s uncle, with a steaming cup of tea in a saucer in his hands and a concerned look in his eyes. Tieran crowds the entryw
The sun shining in through the window annoys me. The documents in my hands infuriate me. A light headache slams into my head each time I look at any of the letters, and yet when I stretch my hand to the side of the table, there’s no tea there like there would have been.It sets something off in me and dropping my pen is the only thing I can do not to break it. I drop the cooperation deal too.The lack of tea isn’t the problem, I've sent out about six cups in irritation and anger already because they weren’t made right.A building filled with over a thousand people and no one is competent enough to make a fucking cup of tea!It’s been two days now since Antonia’s left and she isn’t back. Not even after I'd ensured half the city never opens its doors to her. I don’t understand it.She couldn’t have dissolved into damn thin air could she! She has to be hiding somewhere.The door to my office opens again and I do not bother to look at who’s coming in. It’s probably another idiot worker w
Antonia’s pov.“So this person is your mentor?”Tieran gives me a singular look and chuckles right after before he nods his head. We’re in his kitchen right now, and I don't know what I expected. Okay, I expected luxury and a dozen fancy bowls that do nothing but just be there for some special occasion that never comes. Tieran’s kitchen IS luxurious, but oddly it’s functional too. It’s obvious there’s been little to no female interference though, or maybe she’s just not like me and likes her spoons in a drawer where her hand can’t reach them.I take a scoop of the little soup Tieran has prepared and let it melt off my tongue. He knows what I want. He just won’t tell me because he says I should eat first. I know a thing or two about being insistent though so i go on, “There must be a backstory behind that. The famous wildly successful CEO of various multi billion dollar corporations, having a mentor?”Tieran smirks and I like the way he only does so with just one sharp angle of his li
“You’re probably wondering why I keep looking at you like that.”I sit on the seat Tieran has pointed to me and there’s a strange feeling that crawls up my spine again when I feel Tieran’s mentor returns his gaze to me. He looks like an aged and solemn man yet sits like a man who knows his worth despite his condition, but has also been lonely for so long. When he looks at me; I see some of my features plainly on his face. The color of his eyes, the slight raise of his nose…My heart begins to race and I fall short of breath. I keep myself under control so I won't embarrass myself, or Tieran. His mentor’s voice is solemn when he continues speaking.“I lost something special some years ago, a very long time ago to be sincere. I have been guilty of that loss since the day I realized it. I couldn’t do what had to be done to keep it, and I thought I could handle that loss, I told myself she was just a stripper after all.” He sounds like he’s beating himself up even as he speaks and a sad l
Tieran asks me once again if we should leave, but I shake my head this time. I’m calm enough to confront this now, and he’s given me the strength I need. He opens the door and my father comes in once again, and this time we go through introductions.His name is Damien Elcroft. The Damien Elcroft, Founder and CEO of Elcroft Pharmaceuticals.As Tieran said, he’s been a social recluse for more than the past ten years, and after an accident he had while drunk driving, he had an injury that affected his spine and made him lose his ability to walk temporarily. Standing causes him serious pain. Walking, even more.I feel a strange emotion flow through my heart because I can't imagine the kind of pain he’d have been in when he stood up and made his way over to me. Only to drop on his knees too.When it comes to my turn, I take a deep breath and tell my father everything I can about my life. I tell him about the lonely childhood with Grandma and Grandpa. I tell him about my mother’s death, an
Malachi’s pov.It’s been four days now and I still haven’t heard from Antonia.She hasn’t been picking up her calls, my private investigators haven’t been able to find anything about her, it’s like she vanished into thin air.I grit my teeth and look at the application on my table. This is the 23rd application for a secretary I’m going through, and I would have given it over to Human Resources, but every boss worth his dime knows a good secretary is an asset to their boss. A good secretary could make life a lot easier, or frustrate me into damnation. I need someone who can do their job.“I’ve worked as a personal assistant to Mr. Dennis Hayes of Hayes Inc. Mrs. Aura Tine of Time Technology, and,”“How many months did you spend working for each of them? Was it even up to a month?” My response is cold, bored almost, because I could see right through this trick the moment she started going on about her stellar job qualifications. The pause lasts for half a minute without a response.“You