Nicola TaylorMy heart pounded against my chest as I stepped into the elegant restaurant I never thought I’d set foot in—let alone work at. The place was stunning, an exclusive Michelin-starred gem, with towering ceilings, shimmering chandeliers, and walls adorned with art so expensive it felt like
Nicola TaylorAs I walked into the kitchen in my new chef’s uniform, I felt a rush of excitement and nerves. The name on my chest spelled “Nicole,” which I didn’t bother correcting. The head pastry chef didn’t seem like the type to care about small mistakes. He glanced at me with an indifferent expr
Nicola Taylor I came home from work after a short walk, pleasantly surprised to see Cole and Arabella waiting for me. Why was Arabella here on a weekday? My mind quickly flipped through the possibilities—was she sick, or had something happened? Before I could ask, Cole wrapped his arm around my
Nicola TaylorI couldn’t help myself. I typed it into the search bar: Signs of memory coming back after memory loss. The results flooded the screen. My heart pounded in my chest as I skimmed through the articles, looking for answers. But just as I started reading, I heard footsteps coming toward th
Nicola TaylorAfter the long, winding four-hour drive, I finally pulled up to our house, the sight of it instantly washing away a layer of my exhaustion. It was quiet, settled into the calm darkness of midnight. I gathered my bags, stepping out of the car and stretching, glancing at the familiar por
Nicola TaylorAs soon as Cole left to pick up lunch from our favorite restaurant, I bolted into his home office. I’d been waiting for this moment all morning. Heart pounding, I quickly closed the door behind me, the silence of the room amplifying my sense of urgency. Cole’s desk was neat, as always,
Nicola TaylorThe sprawling dining room of the Harrington manor brimmed with the buzz of family chatter, each person caught up in their own conversations. The table, adorned with brunch classics—eggs benedict, pastries, and fruit platters—was a symphony of clinking cutlery and mismatched voices. Col
Cole HarringtonNicola breezed into the bedroom, her loose hair catching in the soft light as she shut the door behind her. She wore a fitted white tank, so snug it left nothing to the imagination, and the shortest pair of shorts I’d ever seen her in. She flopped onto the bed with casual grace, scro