Lahat ng Kabanata ng TAMING HARRISON COLE: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Jasmine found the kitchen after taking two wrong turns and asking one of the housekeepers for directions. The mansion was larger than she had imagined, with long corridors, expensive paintings, and enough rooms to make someone unfamiliar with the place lose their way. She stopped at the kitchen entrance, Mrs Brooklyn stood beside the counter, giving instructions to a younger staff member."Good morning Mrs. Brooklyn. I'm looking for something Harrison can have for breakfast before his medication."The woman turned, studying her briefly before offering a polite smile."Morning, Miss Jasmine. You will find everything you need in this kitchen, although I suspect you will need some time to get used to the house.""That's putting it mildly. I nearly ended up in what looked like a private library," Jasmine replied laughing.Evelyn chuckled. "It happens more often than you think."Jasmine glanced at the counter. "I need something light for breakfast. Mr. Cole has medication due shortly, and I

A few minutes after she left, Jasmine picked up the sandwich and took a bite. Maybe Harrison had not always been the man she knew now. Maybe there was a reason for the walls he had built around himself, but understanding someone did not mean accepting every behaviour they displayed and she made sure she wouldn't forget that. Before she could take another bite, her phone rang again. This time, it was her mother. She slid to the answer button but it didn't pull through. Then she dropped her fork and tried again and immediately her mom's voice came from the other end."Jasmine, I hope it's the right time to call""It is, Mom. I was just about to call you.""How is the new place?""It's beautiful. Very big, though. I think I could get lost in it."Her mother laughed softly. "Just make sure you take care of yourself. You have a habit of carrying the whole world on your shoulders."Jasmine's smile faded a little. "I'm fine, Mummy.""I know, Jasmine. But even strong people need rest."For a m

The Cole mansion had not hosted a proper family dinner in weeks. Margaret Cole had noticed and insisted on it that afternoon, refusing to accept Harrison's usual excuses about work or his recovery. Hamilton had supported the idea immediately, though everyone knew he was more interested in seeing how long his brother could sit through a family gathering without complaining. By eight that evening, the dining room had been prepared. The long table was set with fine china, polished silverware, and fresh flowers arranged in a crystal vase at its center.Harrison arrived last.He wore a black shirt with the sleeves buttoned at his wrists, his expression giving away nothing as he pulled out a chair. He had spent most of the day reviewing company documents and was already regretting agreeing to dinner."You're late," Margaret observed."I wasn't aware dinner had a starting time.""It does when the rest of the family is waiting."Hamilton reached for his glass. "Mother, please. He's recoverin

The entire twenty-eighth floor went silent when the elevator doors opened.Harrison Cole stepped out, and within seconds, the atmosphere at Cole Industries changed. Conversations died mid-sentence, assistants straightened behind their desks, and employees who had been casually discussing the morning's workload suddenly found urgent reasons to return to their computers.He was back.After nearly two weeks away from the company, the man whose decisions influenced millions of dollars was standing in the middle of his headquarters again, dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, a white shirt, and a black tie. His dark hair was neatly styled, his watch gleamed beneath the sleeve of his jacket, and his expression carried the familiar warning that he had no patience for nonsense.At thirty-four, Harrison was one of Manhattan's most formidable business figures. He had inherited a successful company from his father, but inheritance alone hadn't made him the man he was today. Under his le

By the time Harrison's car pulled into the mansion's driveway, it was already past 9 p.m.Two contracts revised, a department head reprimanded, and Gregory's morning report still sitting unanswered on his phone.His side ached. All he wanted was quiet.Mrs. Brooklyn met him in the foyer."Good evening, Mr. Cole. Miss Jasmine asked me to remind you about your medication after dinner."Harrison stopped unbuttoning his cuff."She did what?""She left a note with me, sir."He stared at her for a moment, then continued toward the stairs without another word.Brooklyn watched him go. The house had been predictable for years. Lately, however, things were beginning to change.****Jasmine was charting when he knocked once and entered.He had removed his tie, leaving the top two buttons of his shirt undone. His expression suggested he had already had enough of the day, and possibly everyone in it."Why are you sending messages through my staff about my medication?""Good evening to you too," sh