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Chapter 104: The Art of a Scene
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While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 106: The Thing About Consequences
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POV: EthanThe worst night of my life started quietly, as these things always do.A hush. A pause in conversation. The faint swell of murmurs moving like ripples through still water. I didn’t register the shift until I noticed Jess stiffen beside me. Her hand moved to my forearm, not to comfort but to brace.Then came the screen.I didn’t know what I was seeing at first. The light changed, and with it, the room. People turned. Some adjusted their glasses. Others leaned forward slightly, instinctively, the way you do when you sense something’s about to shift and you're powerless to stop it.And then—her.Sienna. Standing on a balcony overlooking the Marina, the wind brushing her hair off her shoulders. My body reacted before my mind caught up. I knew that image. Not the angle. Not the footage. But the moment.And then I saw myself.I wasn’t even looking at the camera. I was looking at her. At her face, red from crying, her hand on my chest. She was saying something. I couldn’t remember
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 104: The Art of a Scene
POV: Amelia“You want me to go,” I said slowly, adjusting the clasp of the necklace they’d just draped across my collarbone.“Without Ethan, yes,” Jess replied, tapping on her phone. Jess, Ethan's publicist, had been flown in by Ethan to help me. I had no idea how he'd known I was invited to this gala.Jess looked up from her phone for a minute, her Auburn hair falling just at her shoulders. “I think it’s cleaner. You’re a force on your own. And you showing up, smiling, stunning, and unbothered? That’s the message.”I looked at my reflection. My dress—a steel-blue column with a deep V and a high back—fit like it had been poured on. I looked expensive. Polished. Barely breakable.“You’re not my publicist,” I said.Jess glanced up, gave me a crooked smile. “No, but Ethan’s is on his third espresso and hiding under a desk somewhere in Soho. So for tonight? I’m what you’ve got.”I rolled my eyes, but deep down I knew she was right. The kiss had already done its laps across the internet. E
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 103: Where the hell are you, Sienna?
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While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 102: “Don’t You Dare Apologize”
POV: AmeliaI sat there with a towel clutched against my ribs, the cool edge of the massage table digging into my thighs. The sting in my ankle pulsed in time with the silence. A nurse hovered nearby, pretending not to listen, but her nervous glances made it obvious she didn’t know what to do with a half-dressed woman crying quietly while her billionaire husband was banging on the spa door like a madman.“Amelia—open the door,” Ethan called again, voice rough, too full. “Please. I’m not going anywhere.”“Get him out,” I whispered to the nurse, throat raw from holding everything in. “Now.”She gave a quick nod and stepped out, murmuring something about privacy. The moment she opened the door, I heard his footsteps charging in. I yanked the towel tighter across my chest like it could protect me from him, from everything.“Stop,” I said, holding up a shaky hand.He froze mid-step. His hair was messy. His shirt untucked. I hated that I noticed. I hated more that I wanted to fall into him
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