The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 252

“It would be,” he insists. “If you and Dad got married. Then you’d be our mom and you could stay.”

My heart twists. Where and when did they even come up with that? I know they want me to stay, but Noah and me? That’s something that will never happen. Not ever. Marriage isn’t even a distant possibility.

“That won’t happen,” I say softly, trying to cushion the blow.

“Why?” Nova asks.

“It’s… complicated.”

“That’s what Dad said yesterday too,” Nolan replies. “But I don’t see what’s complicated about it. All you have to do is get married. Problem solved.”

Damn it.

They already talked to Noah about this? I can practically picture how that went. Him blowing up. Blaming me. Accusing me of trying to take Chloe’s place again and brainwashing his kids.

“It’s not that easy, Nolan,” I tell him.

Then, more quietly, Nova asks, “Is it because you don’t want to be our mom?”

The cab slows to a stop.

My chest tightens painfully. Fuck. I’d give anything to be their mom. They’re angels, and I love them more than I should, but Noah and I will never work. Not just because of the past, but because of the hold Chloe still has on him.

“No,” I say firmly. “Never that. You both mean the world to me but for two people to get married, they have to love each other, and your father and I don’t.”

“But maybe you could,” Nolan argues gently.

“Even in my story books, the prince and princess don’t love each other at first,” Nova adds. “But they eventually do.”

“For once, I agree with Nova,” Nolan says.

I take a deep breath, my mind racing. What can I possibly say that would make them understand? They’re only five, but I already know convincing them won’t be easy.

The driver pulls over. I quickly pay, adding a tip, before stepping out of the car.

“How about we talk about this later?” I say. It’s a cowardly move, but I don’t know what else to do. “I have to go.”

“Promise you’ll call later?” Nova asks.

“I promise.”

Just before the call ends, Nolan says seriously, “I won’t give up. I’ll make sure it happens. Only you can be our mom.”

I blink, startled, a shiver racing down my spine at the determination in his voice. Before I can react or before I can say anything, the call disconnects.

I shake my head, brushing it off as a child’s stubborn resolve, and step out of the car.

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