When Skye comes to my room to tell me dinner will be ready in a few more minutes, the only thing i have in mind to tell her is to go die in a ditch somewhere.Now that my anger has cooled into something much cooler and lethal, i remember the male doofus who stopped by my door did mention his name. He said he was Caelum. One of Malachi’s associates.“Has your tongue gotten lost somewhere or are you just going to ignore me, Antonia?” I cast my gaze back to Skye and see how her hand strategically rests on her belly. A gleaming ring sparkles on one of her fingers and that sparkle matches the one in her eyes. As always, i can’t help but notice how resplendent she looks, and maybe this time i notice it more because of what i’ve just been told.~You’re no match for, Skye.~I hide the anger that flares in me at that statement from my face and give Skye a curt response, “I’ll be there.”She opens her mouth to say something but i do not want to hear anymore of what she wants to say. I shut the
“Antonia.”My phone rings on the table and i hear Bridget’s voice coming from it. I go over to dry my hair and pick it from the table, sighing as i respond, “Yes, Bridget.”“I’m outside!” I can hear that she’s a bit annoyed from the tone of her voice, but i know she’s not annoyed at me so i ask slowly, “What’s happened?”Bridget releases a long hiss and i get the impression that she’s glaring at someone right now even as she responds, “Some douchebag almost hit me with his car.He was polite at first when he came down to ask if i was hurt, then he asked who i was here to see and i said it was you. He changed to ice the moment after that.”I roll my eyes because that rings a bell, “He’s one of Malachi’s associates. He came to trash talk me for a while, and then left. He has the manners of a trash monkey.”Bridget makes a disgusted sound, “Malachi’s getting allies to come against you now because you decided not to stand for his shit anymore. I hope i see him right as some hot soup pours
“What is she doing here?.”Malachi’s voice lacks all the ice and spite he seemed to infuse in his words while we were at the table just now. I feel he’s trying to be diplomatic but I don't want to. I answer curtly, “She’s here for dinner. Is there any problem with that?”Malachi turns and the look on his face betrays nothing. It’s His classically handsome face, perfectly styled hair, and that careless air of dominance look. His eyes also try to be neutral, but I've been reading them for too long now to miss even a single word.Right now, it’s like reading a book with foggy glasses. The message I get from Malachi is foggy but clear, and it fills me with disgust. He really thinks the passionate glimmers of desire must be doing something to me. He doesn’t even care that this is the first time we’ve stood in each other’s presence since he kissed me in Tieran’s presence without my permission. His random acts of behaving like all he wants to do is run his hands all over me whenever we mee
“You’re going to regret doing that to her.”I turn to look at who’s passing the warning and sure enough it’s Malachi in the flesh. I respond with a scoff and ask, “What exactly did i do to your precious Skye?”Apart from the fact that he followed me into the bathroom to tell me this, Malachi has been constantly leaving me unimpressed, and yet if that was all it took to take my mind off him, i still might not be able to manage it.The bathroom is in no way tight but he still makes me feel so small in here. His face is scrunched in a scowl, and i cock an eyebrow at him, assuming a bored and uninterested look. I’d really like to get back to my meatballs.“If you want to act like an animal, then i’ll treat you like an animal, Antonia. Skye is carrying my child, and nothing is to happen to her.”I give Malachi a mock standard salute and i see a bit of red creep up his neck, i ask smirking, “Was i not meant to salute?”Malachi holds my gaze so i can see the annoyance burning behind his eyes
Bridget is trailing me like a duck to it’s mother end. I can tell she’s delirously excited and i wish she would actually squeal like i know she wants to. I knew dinner tonight would be chaotic, but it’s also the first dinner i’ll be having where i don’t take all the talking down on and even actively speak back.If i’m going to stay here, then they need to know there’s been a change.And Malachi needs to know that i’m not the kind of person whose comfort he can dictate now. I won’t be sleeping on the cold hard floor for the next two months. I need to think of my health, and that of my child.The resolve in my heart firms so much that i feel like it’s become something tangible now. Something growing inside me alongside the bit of life also in me.The moment we walk out of the mansion doors, Bridget releases an ear splitting squeal. We’re women now so squealing like teens really isn’t our thing but she seems to manage it. She gives a dramatic clap of her hands, “Bravo Antonia. Bravo!I’v
Malachi’s pov.Tieran refuses to pick up my calls and i feel my jaw clench at that.He has no right. He has no right to get Antonia furniture when i fully mean to make her suffer without it.He has no right to interfere in my marriage. He’s biting off more than he can chew.The anger in me seems to surge, cresting and falling at different intervals, because i still can’t imagine Tieran is the one doing this. He’s my family.Why would be side an outsider? Antonia disrespects me and as her husband i have the right to punish her how i see fit. He’s only going to make her wilder than she is now, and then what?Why exactly is he determined to cross me on this? The thought occurs to me that maybe Tieran has nothing to do with this but i brush it off. It took me kissing Antonia to prove to him that she’s mine, and since he’s seen there’s nothing he can do about that, he’s decided to do this.Tieran has no hold in the furniture sector of the city though. If he was sending furniture to my hou
Antonia’s pov.Bridget and i work late into the night. The plan to recover the Moon Tear’s fabric is already settled. We’ll be going to the starlight hall tonight. We also settled on a number of designs for the fashion show i want to throw. I’ve always imagined seeing people seated from far and wide, waiting to see the product of my mental creativity, and then being presented at the end of all of it, as the designer. Standing there with the models wearing my creations proudly on display.I haven’t had time to properly design a lot. Even my sketches had been termed, ‘’A combination of angry lines” by Bridget, but maybe that’s because i’ve been getting angry a lot since i came here, and that’s the only emotion i’ve had to work with.She also said there were a lot of sexually pent up lines in there, but Bridget doesn’t know what she’s talking about.“Still thinking about your jerk of a husband?” Bridget’s groggy voice floats into my ears and i turn to see she’s only half awake. She’s s
I feel silly once i’m done crying.Silly and weak because why should i cry? Why do i cry over a man who has done nothing but give me his fair share of degrading remarks and treated me as nothing but his competent secretary and inadequate wife?“He’s a proper piece of shit.”Bridget’s comment comes out of nowhere, and i have to pause and peer at her through the mirror. My sorrow reduces a bit, just enough for me to look at Bridget and ask with a conspiratorial glint in my eyes, “Are you reading my mind or are you just picking on Malachi because you hate him?”Bridget shrugs, a sly smile spreading on her face as he responds, “I don’t hate him. I hate the way he behaves and treats you. I saw how angry he was yesterday because of that viper he calls his childhood friend.He doesn’t act like he cares for you, and with his threat to not allow you have furniture brought into this room… any woman would feel under appreciated and unloved by that, especially for a man you’ve given so much in yo