All Chapters of The CEO's Stepdaughter: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cole SutcliffeWatching Niccola turn her back to me in the garage felt like a punch I was not expecting. I let out a breath as I grab the bottle from the bar and walk around it. I look at the bottle and feel like my entire world has just collapsed. I place the bottle on the floor near my feet as I lean over and place my elbows on my knees while holding my head between my hands. I feel like my heart was broken into a thousand pieces. Closing my eyes, trying to maintain my cool, but something in me forces me to react, and I stand up holding the bottle, and I throw it across the room against the wall, and I hear a few squeals and gasps. I look around, and all eyes are on me. Fuck this.I walk down the corridor and open the door to the room I have been in many times. Whenever I thought I couldn’t find anyone who would love me, for me. I sit on the edge of the bed, cradling my head between my hands once more as everything spins while I feel a set of nails dragging down my back. Angel’s h

Niccola Fairchild“If you say so, but can we change the subject?” She asks as we enter the Uber, and I nod. I know what the question is going to be about, so I make sure to prepare myself for the hit it will be. “What happened?” She asks, and I close my eyes as I look out of the window. “I ended it, and he didn’t take it too well, and now… Well, I need to get out of there,” I say, and Steph nods as she grabs my hand and squeezes it lightly. “Move in with me,” she tells me, and I shake my head. That would be truly a disaster. We love each other, and we are best friends, but we were not made to live together. We are very different, and her messiness would drive me absolutely insane, and my lack of cooking and cleaning skills would drive her mad. “You know that is the worst thing we could ever do, right?” I ask, and Steph shakes her head while smiling. “Look, I don’t know anyone in New York, and you are my best friend, and we could both use the company,” Steph adds. “Unless Phillip i

Cole Sutcliffe“What is going on?” Sawyer asks as I let out a breath, undoing the button of my jacket and peeling it off my body. “Niccola is not okay, I need to go get her, she’s drunk somewhere,” I say, and Sawyer’s eyes soften as he shakes his head. “Who’s with her? Price?” Sawyer questions me, and I shake my head. “I need to go get her. I don’t know what state Steph is in,” I let out, and Sawyer’s eyes narrow as he looks at me. “I’m coming with you,” he tells me, and I nod as we enter the meeting room, then excuse ourselves and ask the men around the table to reschedule the meeting with Faith. When her eyes meet ours, she nods, understanding we wouldn’

Niccola Fairchild“Leave,” I say, and Cole’s eyes meet mine as he shakes his head and gets closer to my bed. “I said leave, I don’t want you in here,” I let out, and Cole leans closer to me, his hands cradling my face as his lips meet mine in a tender kiss that quickly escalates to passionate as I can feel him battling his own feelings. “I can’t leave you, please don’t ask me to leave you,” Cole says as his voice breaks and his eyes meet mine. I feel my heart racing as he looks at me, his lips moving slightly as he shows me the sweetest smile I've ever seen. “You’re everything for me, and the fear of losing you is insane. I don’t think I would ever forgive myself if anything had happened to you,” Cole says. “Cole, please,” I whisper as he sits on the edge of the bed, staring directly into my eyes. His hands are holding mine. His thumb was caressing the top of my hand lightly. “I can’t do this, Phillip,” I whisper, and I see the pain in Cole’s face as I mention Phillip’s name. “And m

Cole SutcliffeI walk into the dining room to see Monica struggling to fix the flower arrangement on the table. I take a deep breath as I approach her, and her eyes meet mine, but she quickly looks at the flowers. We haven’t spoken in a few days. She finally understood her part in my life; she is only my wife on paper. I know she doesn’t like it, and she wants more than that. She even promised to make me fall for her. I don’t know how she can think I will ever fall for her. “Can I help?” I ask, and Monica nods as I take the flowers from her hands and try my best to arrange them in the vase. Monica gives me instructions, and the frustration in her tone makes me want to throw these flowers against a fucking wall and walk away. “Your parents will be here in twenty minutes. Is that what you’ll be wearing?” Monica asks, and I frown as I look at my clothes and nod. “Seems like you don’t even make an effort anymore,” she says, spinning on her wheelchair and leaving the dining room. I move