Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO's Stepdaughter: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Cole SutcliffeI can’t believe Niccola is doing this. I pace the room as I look at my phone while I dial her number, and no one fucking answers it. What the fuck is she doing? I walk to the front door, place my hand over the handle, and stop as I exhale deeply. My entire body is screaming I should be with her and not here fucking locked up like a caged animal. Losing my patience, I start dialing Steph’s phone, but again, no fucking answer. Why do people want a fucking phone if they are not using it the way it is supposed to be used? If you have a phone is so you can be contacted at any point in time. I dial several more times, but she never answers. Losing my patience, I call George, who answers the fucking things at the first ring. “Mr. Sutcliffe,” he says as he answers.“Where is she?” I ask.“She’s jus

Niccola Fairchild“BECAUSE THERE WAS NO ABUSE,” I shout at the image of my mother on Tv. “I hate her,” I finally let out how I really feel about her. “How was your experience reporting the assault?” The reporter asks my mother, and she smiles softly. I exhale deeply, crossing my arms in front of my chest.“It was difficult, having to relive every second of what happened several times as the detective asked the questions, which was very difficult, especially because it was hard to speak because of how he strangled me,” Monica says.“She is such a liar, I wish I could smack the lies out of her,” I let out, and Cole chuckles at my words. “What?” I bark at him, and he shakes his head, raising his hands in surrender. “Nothing,” he says with a smile on his lips. I walk to the

Niccola FairchildThe doorbell chimes, and Cole walks to open the door. I smile as I watch my best friend talking to the love of my life. “Hey, babe,” she says, kissing me on the cheek, and I smile as Cole leaves us alone for a few minutes. “How are you feeling?” Steph asks me, concern all over her face. I offer her a smile as I guide her into the living room. I have a bottle of red wine ready for us, with some chips and popcorn. I know, weird mix, but it’s our favourite snack while we talk and drink. Several minutes later, Cole walks into the living room, followed by Sawyer. His eyes meet mine, and he smiles before he moves them to Steph, and his smile disappears. Steph looks at me as she drinks, avoiding Sawyer, and I swear this is the weirdest thing ever. “I’ll leave

Niccola Fairchild“I can’t believe Jasmin’s party is tomorrow,” Steph says, and I nod as I open my mouth, yawning. “I am really sorry,” I let out, and she nods. “I don’t know why I am so tired. I guess the whole thing with my mom and Phillip is taking a toll on me,” I let out, and Steph closes her laptop and crosses her hands on top of it, staring directly at me. “How is that thing with your mom and Phillip?” She asks me, and I let out a breath. Since we had that argument two weeks ago, we have kept our conversations focused on work. We signed the documents, and now I am a silent partner, but Steph needs help until she hires someone to replace me, so I have been helping out. Making phone calls, arranging flowers, and seating charts, everything with another name.&nbs

Cole SutcliffeAfter spending time in the gym, I decide to try to work a little. Niccola has been out no more than two hours, and I am already missing her like fucking crazy. I don’t know what kind of spell that woman put on me, but I don’t want it to disappear anyway. I love loving her and being inlove with her. Working might seem like a good distraction, but it really isn’t. If I can help my dad, I will. I open my laptop to read my emails, and every fucking one is the same, we are sorry, but we don’t do business with a fucking criminal. I slam my laptop closed again as my phone rings with my mother’s name flashing.“Mom,” I say as I answer. “Cole, darling, how are you?” She asks me. I love hearing my mother, but I also know her voice is not as chirpy as it usually is. She is struggling with all of this, with my father going back to work, especially now that his health is not the best.“I am okay, Mom. How is Dad? And how are you?” I ask, and she lets out an exasperated breath. I c