Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

In that moment, Quintessa could hear nothing but Tyrone's voice. His presence became clearer and clearer in her eyes until he was all she could see. Frozen in place, Quintessa finally managed to ask, "Does that include your entire York Financial Group?"

"Everything!" "But why?"

A sly smile played on Tyrone's lips. "Because you're my woman, Quintessa. I want to treat you right, spoil you rotten... simply because I've fallen for you."

Tyrone let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Remember when you told me I'd better pray I don't fall for you? Looks like I didn't get that divine protection, huh? So, what do we do now?" Quintessa's heart was pounding. She had finally heard the confession she had been waiting for from Tyrone.

She had made this untouchable man fall in love with her.

Back then, she had been filled with so much hatred and rage, swearing to herself more than once: Tyrone, I'll make you fall for me and then, I'll destroy you.

Now... after everything they've been through, Tyrone had changed so much right before her eyes, transforming little by little.

Her journey had been smooth sailing thanks to Tyrone.

She owed her survival today to him!

The vow she had made with such conviction back then, she wasn't sure if she could still fulfill it.

It took Quintessa a while before she found her voice again. "But have you ever considered that I've never seen you as my man?"

Quintessa hadn't seen Tyrone as her man, or rather, she hadn't let anyone into her life.

She didn't know what her future held, nor how much longer she'd have to walk in darkness. She didn't want to be entangled in any emotions, nor did she want to drag anyone down with her. She had told herself that she was destined to walk alone in the dark.

Tyrone wasn't surprised or shocked by Quintessa's words. He had anticipated her response when he decided to confess his feelings.

"Do you like Snow?" he asked.

Quintessa shook her head. "No."

"What about Jonathan?"

Again, she shook her head. "No."

"And Alexander...?"

Quintessa had decisively shaken her head at the previous names, but at this one, she hesitated for a second. "...No."

Tyrone's face darkened. "Why the hesitation?"

"There was a fleeting moment of attraction once. I don't know if it was liking or not: But that bit of fondness faded with time and distance.

Besides, if I were to pursue a

relationship, it wouldn't be wiel.ne

swn vel.n

him."

If things had stayed the same between them, Quintessa thought, maybe she would have truly fallen for Alexander. But there were no such things as what-ifs. Once separated, that was it. No

elnet

swning

back.

Moreover, having seen Alexander's family dynamics, Quintessa didn't want to judge. But as Mrs. York had put it, marrying into the Harrington family was a recipe for disaster.

Tyrone was quite satisfied with her

response. "It doesn't matter...

because you can't have any other man but me. Even if you don't see me as your man, I've got a lifetime to spend proving you wrong. If it comes to it, I'll wait until the end of time." Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Though Tyrone made concessions in some areas, he had his own bottom line-Quintessa belonged with him.