LOGINCole Richardson Sutcliffe is the most eligible billionaire in New York City. His good looks and his money attract every woman he meets. Cole’s ambition knows no limit, and his next step, now that his father has retired, is to conquer the world, one company at a time, even if that means losing his freedom to a loveless wedding. Cole doesn’t believe in love or has time to entertain the idea of a relationship until he meets his newly-wed wife’s daughter. The girl with the fiery hair and the spitfire personality that will rock his world in ways he didn’t know possible. Niccola Fairchild has been living alone since her mother sent her to Switzerland to attend a boarding school. Her rebellious ways did not match their new lifestyle in the Upper East Side of New York. Attending her mother’s fifth wedding reception seems like a nightmare she is unwilling to witness, but when she is forced to organize it, she has no escape but to endure the criticism of her life and behavior. Cole and Niccola feel an instant attraction for each other, which turns their lives upside down and forces them to reevaluate everything they thought was important. How will Niccola live with herself as she kisses her mother’s husband?
View MoreHappiness doesn’t announce itself.I learn that slowly, in fragments, in the way mornings stretch instead of snap, in the weight of two children sleeping against me, in the fact that laughter no longer feels like something borrowed from the future.Jade is curled against my chest, all warmth and quiet insistence, while Aiden builds a tower on the living room rug with the kind of intense concentration usually reserved for surgeons and bomb disposal experts. Cole is on a call in his study, voice low and confident, the sound of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing and why.This, this ordinary miracle, is our life now.Two kids. Two businesses that no longer feel fragile or defensive but expansive. A house that holds noise and stillness in equal measure.I rock Jade gently and watch Aiden knock his tower over on purpose, delighted by the crash.“Again,” he declares.“Again,” I agree.Outside,
Niccola FairchildThe therapist’s office smells like citrus and old books, a combination I used to associate with survival. Today it just smells familiar.I sit on the couch with my hands folded over my stomach, round and warm beneath my palms, the steady weight of this pregnancy grounding me in a way I never expected. I’m further along now, far enough that strangers smile knowingly, far enough that my body feels like it’s working with me instead of bracing against something.Dr. Hale watches me with the same gentle attentiveness she’s always had, pen resting idle in her notebook.“So,” she says softly. “How does it feel to be here today?”I consider the question. Not the polite version of the answer. The real one.“It feels… complete,” I say finally.She smiles. “Tell me more.”I lean back, exhaling slowly. “When I first came here, everything
Niccola FairchildThe house is quiet in the way that feels earned.Not the tense quiet we lived with for so long, the kind that pressed against my ribs and asked me to listen for danger, but the soft, domestic kind that settles after a full day. Aiden is asleep upstairs, sprawled diagonally in his crib like he fought sleep and lost. The dishwasher hums. Somewhere outside, a siren passes and fades without dragging my pulse with it.I’m sitting at the dining table with a notebook open in front of me, a pen resting between my fingers, doing something that used to feel impossible. Planning. I don’t realize Cole is watching me until he clears his throat gently from the doorway.“You look serious,” he says.I glance up and smile. “I am. This child is going to need a place to put their things.”He laughs softly and comes closer, leaning over the back of my chair to kiss the crown of my head. “You’re n
Cole SutcliffeAnne calls on a Tuesday morning, which immediately tells me this isn’t casual. She never calls unless something has shifted from possible to inevitable.“The trial’s been booked,” she says without preamble. Her voice is steady, but I hear the edge beneath it, the kind that only comes when a long game finally shows its hand. “Six weeks from now. Criminal court. Not preliminary. The real thing.”I stop pacing mid-step in my study, the sunlight from the tall windows cutting across the floor like a line I didn’t realize I was standing behind.“Booked,” I repeat.“Yes,” Anne confirms. “And Cole, this isn’t symbolic anymore. The prosecution is confident. The evidence is airtight. Financial records, testimony, digital trails, and corroboration from multiple witnesses. She’s not walking away from this.”My grip tightens on the phone. “You t
Niccola FairchildMotherhood does not arrive gently. It arrives in fragments, half-slept hours, sore muscles I didn’t know I owned, a constant low-level hum of responsibility that never fully switches off. By the fifth day home, time has lost its shape. Morning and night blur together, mea
Cole SutcliffeI watch Niccola sleep as I memorize the way her lashes cast a small shadow on her face, her mouth parts slightly so she can breathe, and her cheeks burn as if her dreams are more than what she can handle. Fear sits like a rock under my ribs, putting an invisible pressure as
Cole Sutcliffe“I’m fine,” I let out through gritted teeth as the paramedic kept checking me.“My wife,” I let out. It’s the first time I have called Monica my wife, but the guilt is eating me inside right now. Monica got into the car with me as we were mid-argument. She was supposed to go home in
Niccola Fairchild I still can’t believe my eyes as I look over my shoulder to find Cole here. His name is Cole, of course, it is, a name as beautiful as he is. Why didn’t I do my homework when it came to my mother? In my defense, how could I have known my mother would marry someone like him? Her u






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