Cole Harrington I adjusted my tie as I headed downstairs, reluctantly getting ready to leave for the office. If it weren’t for the fact that Lucas and I had an important meeting lined up, I’d have loved to stay back with Nicola and continue our… activity from earlier. The memory of her in that out
Cole HarringtonI stayed silent, feeling the tightness in my throat as he continued, "I mean, now I can say these things about her, but if you remembered her... well, it’d be a touchy subject, let’s just say that.”“Alright, what else?” I asked, knowing he was still holding back.Dad shifted in his
Nicola Taylor I was setting up Arabella's new room, carefully arranging her things, wondering if Cole hadn’t destroyed his old room with Courtney, would it have helped him regain his memory? The thought clung to me as I placed the Elsa pillow down on the bed. The room was coming together nicely—a s
Nicola Taylor “Cole, please, just go upstairs,” I begged, my voice strained with desperation. I could feel the tension in the room thickening, like a storm brewing on the horizon. This was bad—really bad—and the last thing I wanted was for him to get dragged into something that could seriously mess
“No, no,” Mrs. Simmons sputtered, her bravado cracking. “Just pay our debts, then. We can’t afford it. You can’t leave us like this. We’re family. Please Cole, we love you like our son.” Cole’s face was a mask of cold fury. “You should’ve thought about that before you spent money you didn’t have,”
Nicola Taylor"I can't believe you married into my insane life." Cole sounded almost upset, his tone heavy with frustration. He leaned back on the couch, rubbing his temples like he couldn’t quite shake off the mess that came with his past.Sitting beside him in our cozy living room, I tried to keep
Nicola TaylorThe backyard was a vision straight out of a fairy tale. The decorations sparkled under the warm afternoon sun, turning the space into a magical wonderland for Arabella’s birthday. Twinkling fairy lights wrapped around tree trunks and hung from branches, casting a gentle glow.Pastel-co
Nicola TaylorIt was 10 p.m. when Lucas and I found ourselves sitting in the den, the remnants of Arabella's birthday party still lingering in the air—the faint scent of cake, the soft flicker of lights. Cole stood a few feet away, pacing slightly, deep in thought. He had decided to hold off telling