Chapter 51: The Answer That Doesn’t Come

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• While Marrying Mr. Steele   Chapter 70 – Fire and Firsts

  POV: Amelia“You keep looking at me like that,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep, “and I’m going to forget we’re supposed to take it slow.”I didn’t answer. I just smiled and trailed my fingers lower under the sheets, past the curve of his stomach, until I felt him—already half-hard, already responding to just my touch.Ethan inhaled sharply, his arm tightening around my waist.“Morning,” I whispered.“Best one yet,” he said, voice gravel and heat.I shifted onto my side so I could look at him fully. The sunlight cut across his chest in soft lines, making everything golden and impossibly tender. But when I slid my leg over his and pressed against him, what lit between us wasn’t soft.It was fire.His hand slid down to my thigh, gripping it as I rocked against him slowly. I kissed him then—deep, lazy, indulgent. Not like we were in a hurry. Like we had all morning. Like we’d earned this.Because we had.He pulled me on top of him, his hands firm on my hips, and I didn’t hesita

• While Marrying Mr. Steele   Chapter 69 – Cracked Glass, Steady Hands

  POV: AmeliaI didn’t wait for him.The second the music swelled and Sienna draped herself across him like a memory refusing to die, I slipped out from the marble halls like a ghost. I didn’t say goodbye. I didn’t need to. If he had looked hard enough, he would’ve seen the truth in my eyes.My heart pounded as I pushed through the corridor of glittering strangers and exited the villa’s garden. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses faded behind me, replaced by the echo of my footsteps on cold stone. Each step was a scream I couldn’t voice.By the time I reached the hallway of our suite, I’d kicked off my shoes. The champagne had soaked through the suede, and they squished with every step. I let them go. Left them behind like the part of me that had smiled when he whispered “just one more night.”Inside, everything was too quiet.The villa’s suite was draped in muted golds and thick cream curtains, soft light glowing from lamps he’d turned on before we left. My reflection followed me

• While Marrying Mr. Steele   Chapter 68 – The Woman in Red

  POV: Amelia The garden looked like something out of a dream—moonlight spilling across marble floors, paper lanterns strung through olive trees, casting soft golden halos over clusters of Italy’s most elite. There were fountains that whispered as they trickled and tables dressed in champagne-colored silk, the kind of place that made one forget reality and lean into something more dangerous—like illusions.Amelia descended the stone steps slowly, her pearl-gray dress clinging like a second skin, elegant but quiet, unlike the glimmering gowns that brushed against the marble around her. She wore no necklace, just pearl drop earrings and a flick of silver at her eyes. Understated, but Ethan had called her devastating.He’d kissed her hand just before they entered, his voice low and sure, like it belonged in her bones.“Just one more night,” he whispered, the pad of his thumb stroking her knuckles, “and we vanish again.”She had smiled, leaned in, and kissed the edge of his jaw, as if seal

• While Marrying Mr. Steele   Chapter 67 – The Chase

  Ethan’s POV“Try to keep up, sweetheart,” I called over my shoulder, laughing as I climbed the narrow stone steps that led into the twisting hills of Positano, the sun already warming the back of my neck.Behind me, I heard Amelia groan dramatically, “You’re really using that cane for sympathy now, aren’t you?”I glanced back at her, grinning, “What can I say, it’s my secret weapon. Makes people underestimate me.”She rolled her eyes, her ponytail bouncing as she climbed a few steps to catch up with me, her hand brushing my lower back, “You’re not allowed to look this smug and this hot at the same time. It’s illegal.”I leaned slightly on the cane, but I didn’t slow down, not when the breeze felt this good and the narrow trail led us deeper into the blooming side of the cliffs, where lemon trees overhung the path and old stucco walls were painted shades of burnt coral and gold. This wasn’t the kind of walking I used to do, but it was the kind I chose to do now, with her.“You’re not s

• While Marrying Mr. Steele   Chapter 66: Run hot, run wild.

  Amelia’s POV“You packed sunscreen, right?” Ethan asked, smirking as he leaned against the open glass doors, one hand on his cane, the other balancing a pair of sunglasses on his head.I was already in my bikini, tying the wrap around my waist, and I shot him a look over my shoulder, “I’m not the one who burns like toast after ten minutes in the sun, Steele.”He grinned, slow and crooked, and walked over to me, his limp barely noticeable now, “Fair warning, if you slather it on me like last time, I might make some very inappropriate sounds.”“I count on it,” I murmured, standing up fully, brushing past him just close enough to graze his chest, “That’s the only reason I agreed to this yacht trip.”“Not for the view?” he teased.“Oh, I’ll get my view,” I said, looking him up and down as he grabbed his linen shirt, still unbuttoned over his swim trunks, muscles flexing just enough to remind me that therapy had taken a back seat to other kinds of physical activity lately, “I get it every

• While Marrying Mr. Steele   Chapter 65 – The Other Woman

  Amelia’s POVI couldn’t sleep.Ethan had held me close after the gala, his arms warm and steady around me, but the moment his breathing shifted—slightly heavier, no longer synced with mine—I opened my eyes.Something was off.It was in the way he kept checking his phone even when he thought I wasn’t looking. The way his grip had been tender, but distracted. His kiss deep, but not all the way there. Not the way it usually was. Not the way it had been earlier, when I’d spoken Italian and watched his whole world tilt in my direction.I told myself I was being paranoid. I told myself this wasn’t one of those stories—where the rich man got distracted, and the woman in his bed stopped being enough.But sometimes the gut just knows.And mine was twisting like a storm was coming.I lay there for a while, watching his face in the soft light spilling from the hallway. Then, around 3 AM, I felt him shift.He thought I was asleep.He slipped out of bed, pulled on pants and a shirt, and left the s