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
Nicola Taylor I was in my element, thoroughly decorating my opera gateau with layers of rich, glossy chocolate and delicate coffee-flavoured mousse. Each stroke of the spatula was a dance, a testament to the skills I’d honed over the past few weeks. The cake was turning out beautifully, the gloss
“You know, Mr. Paterson, I’ve heard of tough love, but this is just rude. If you’ve got an issue with me, maybe you should address it like an adult instead of hiding behind ‘constructive criticism.” Mr. Paterson’s lips twitched, though whether it was a smile or a grimace, I couldn’t tell. “Maybe I