Nicola Taylor Isabelle sneaks up on me, surprising me as I am lost in my thoughts. "Boo!" she whispers in my ear, making me jump and almost spill my drink. The sudden shock causes me to jerk, the glass in my hand wobbling precariously before I manage to steady it. "Isabelle!" I exclaim, turning t
Nicola Taylor Cole had just received a call from his parents, informing him that Arabella was too upset and not eating. Our priority swiftly shifted from the conference to Arabella's well-being. It was clear that we needed to leave early—no amount of trying to get a thirty-two-year-old man to reali
Isabelle yanked her wrist free with a sharp tug. “I don’t need your permission to leave, Lucas. And let’s be clear—who screwed who over is up for debate. Last time I checked, you were the one who made the business deal that led to this mess.” Lucas’s face reddened, and he took a step closer. “A mes
Nicola Taylor Arabella sat on her bedroom floor, surrounded by a sea of toys. Her small hands moved mechanically, arranging her dolls in a meticulous row, but her eyes were distant, her face a tight mask of frustration. Since we picked her up from her grandparents, she hadn't spoken a word. Cole e
Nicola Taylor I was setting up my bed, the soft hum of the night surrounding me, after a long shower that had done little to wash away the emotional exhaustion of the day. I felt drained, not just from the events but from the constant uncertainty about whether Cole would join me in bed tonight or n
He sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. “We don’t have to decide anything right now. I want you to focus on your career for now. Quit your job and start your bakery course. Make sure you land the job of your dreams. Let’s wait until you take care of all the things in the future. If you feel like you
Nicola Taylor A couple of weeks passed, each day bringing a renewed sense of clarity and purpose. The day I had been eagerly awaiting finally arrived, and Cole had kept his promise to support me as I prepared to embark on this exciting new chapter. As we drove to the hotel management institute, a
Nicola Taylor A couple of weeks had passed, and my baking classes were going splendidly. The initial excitement had settled into a comfortable routine, and I was thriving in my new environment. Bella had managed to adjust to her new teacher, and the fact that she no longer had to share me with cla