My Antonia Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Good food, too. But not as good as this.” She laughed. It was a nice sound. They talked. Really talked. Not the surface chatter he’d endured with Hannah, but something quieter. Real. She asked about his life; he gave half-answers. She told him about hers—raising a son alone, working at a dress shop, dreaming of opening her own someday. Then a door down the hall creaked open. A boy of about eight stood there, glaring at Diego with undisguised hostility. “Santos,” Antonia said, her voice tightening. “I thought you were asleep.”

“See how you're handling your little… downfall.” I let out a quiet breath. “I’m doing just fine.” Antonia raised a brow. “Are you? Because from where I’m standing, you look like a woman trying very hard not to break.” I met her gaze head-on. “You must have a sad life if you went out of your way to find me just to gloat.” Antonia laughed. "Sweetheart, I didn’t have to go out of my way. The world is small, and I always end up exactly where I need to be."

Antonia shook her head in denial "Of course not, I have a better girl from a prestigious family for my son… he can't be with that cheap slut," Antonia muttered through gritted teeth, clenching her hand angrily. She didn't want a simple girl for her son. One of the many reasons she got rid of Olivia Altamirano, her foolish son was sent to do a clean job of deceiving her. But who knew he fell in love "Madam, you called for me" one of her trusted men walked in after some time. Antonia was already sitting with crossed legs as she played with a champagne flute elegantly

She hands the plates Linda used to a maid and enters her room, climbs her bed, and dozed off immediately her head landed on her soft pillow. Linda stayed up for a while lost in thoughts until sleep took over her. "Antonia. Antonia" a male voice calls at midnight and the creaking opening and closing sound of her door echoes in the night. "Antonia" he calls once more and her eyes flutter open. "Who are you?" She asks shivering and looking around yet there was no trace of the possessor of the voice. "Who I am doesn't matter for now Antonia. What matters is that I can tell you where your father is being caged."

Episode 47 Sylvia's POV, Antonia sprung her head up and scowled up at Me. "Antonia I'm sorry, I never meant for this to happen, look now your dress is your messy... aissh I'm really so sorry..." I said dejected scratching my back head,, she flashed me a disgusting kind of look, her nose was wrinkled with a lowered brows, narrowed eyes, a protruded tongue.

“Since you clearly prefer their company over mine, I didn’t see the point in leaving them behind.” “Well,” she snapped back, “you said you preferred my sister over me.” There was silence. Then Alessandro leaned forward, pointing to the plate. “Eat your food, Antonia. You’re going to need your strength.” Antonia sat curled on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped protectively around her stomach. Her voice trembled as she whispered into the quiet of the room. “This... this is definitely not what I signed up for.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

, my father muttered. “What?” Antonio asked “They do not hold us in high regard!” he yelled, “to them we are like the cockroaches they crush under their shoes. Listen to me, girl”, he turned to me “, when you get married, you must not embarrass me, prove to them that this alliance was worth it, because if you bring me to shame girl, you will not live to tell the tale” I could still hear the girl’s screams from here. They exactly mirrored my thoughts.

"Can we help you?" "I'm here for her," the giant specimen someone calls human replies, his voice calm, accented just enough to catch. Spanish? Greek? I lean against the wall, more to get away from the men looking around like they are looking for gold. Sorry pal, you aren't even finding bronze in here. "You've found her. Who are you?" A flicker of something crosses his face—approval, maybe. "Antonio Russo," he said. "Your father owes my family a great deal of money."

Nodding his head,nick offered a swift farewell ,when the door finally closed behind the other man ,he heaved a deep sign of relieve . Pushing back from his desk ,he spun his chair around to face the floor to ceiling windows,which offered him a clearer view of Spain. He could make out of the light in Spain Eye like stars In darkness,that was what he worked so hard for . Getting up from his seat , Antiono slipped his hands into his pocket of his trousers letting out his phone ,he stared at it for several long moments and finally pressed call. “Hello, Antonio is that you ?”, an old feminine voice croaked down the phone line .

Eva’s POV The room was heavy—oppressively quiet. Too quiet. I stood frozen, my back still half-pressed to the wall, staring at the closed door. The sound of it clicking shut had echoed through me like a sentence passed. Not with noise, but with finality. Antonia was gone. But her words still lingered. Every syllable was burned into the air like smoke that refused to clear. “Expect the divorce papers.”