Cole’s POV

I’ve faced boardrooms full of vultures, journalists who would sell their souls for a scandal, and enemies who wanted to see me bleed, but nothing, and I mean nothing, feels as chaotic as walking into my penthouse and finding Madilyn sitting on my armchair with a glass of my wine while my children call her a burglar and an evil stepmother.

Dean points at her again, his little chest puffed out. “See, Daddy! She was trespassing.”

“Trespassing,” Daniella repeats carefully, as ...