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While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 155 – The Shatter Point
Amelia’s POV“Ethan, you have to believe me.”My voice cracked as I faced him across the living room. He was pacing, jaw tight, arms folded across his chest like a shield.“Believe you?” he said, his tone clipped. “Amelia, every time I peel back one layer, I find another secret. Do you even realize how that feels?”I stepped forward, hands trembling at my sides. “I kept it from you because I was terrified. If I told you Leo was Daniel, you’d think I’d lost my mind. And if I told you he gave me an ultimatum—”“Wait.” He stopped pacing. His eyes narrowed. “What ultimatum?”My throat closed. I’d said too much.“What did he say?” Ethan demanded.I lowered my gaze. “That I had to leave you… or he’d destroy us both.”The silence that followed was suffocating. Ethan ran a hand down his face, exhaling through his teeth. “So not only did you hide your past, you also kept from me that this man threatened our lives.”“I thought I could handle it,” I whispered.His laugh was bitter. “Handle it? A
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 154– Splintered Glass
Ethan’s POVThe morning after the ball, the house was too quiet. No clinking of mugs, no soft hum of Amelia moving through the kitchen the way she usually did. I hadn’t slept. The couch had been stiff and unwelcoming, but it wasn’t the reason. It was Sienna’s perfume still lodged in my head, the press headlines replaying themselves, the haunting image of Leo—Daniel—smirking at cameras like he owned the narrative.By the time Amelia appeared in the doorway, hair tied up in a loose knot, the weariness on her face mirrored my own. But she tried to soften it with a smile.“Coffee?” she asked, holding up a fresh pot like an offering.I hesitated before nodding. “Sure.”She poured two mugs and set one in front of me at the table. Her hands lingered on the rim of her cup, twisting slightly as though the ceramic might crack if she let go.“We need to talk,” she said finally.I almost laughed. The words were so familiar by now they might as well be carved above our doorframe. But something i
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 153: Set the stage
Ethan’s POVIt was bad.The first time I saw the headline, I thought it was a prank. Some tasteless stunt pulled by a gossip blog that thrived on lies. But the words stared back at me, black and bold on the screen:“Daniel Carter Returns—The Husband Who Never Died.”And below it, his face. Leo’s face.Only this time, the caption claimed it belonged to Amelia’s past. Daniel Carter—cheating, abusive Daniel, the man she thought had vanished into smoke and fire.My hand tightened around the phone until my knuckles hurt. My coffee went cold on the desk. The city felt suddenly too bright, too sharp, as if every window in the skyline outside was a spotlight pointing straight at me. Straight at us.“Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath.The fallout was immediate. Reporters camped outside the building by noon. Investors filled my inbox with panicked messages, questioning stability, reputation, legacy.By two o’clock, the board had convened. A wall of suits and polished shoes, their voices
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 152: More trouble?
Amelia’s POV“Rough day?” Ethan asked again, dropping his keys into the bowl by the door. "Tell me about it."I wanted to laugh, or maybe cry, because the answer was both too small and far too big for that question. I hugged the pillow tighter. “You could say that.” A part of me was deeply relieved that he was talking to me.He studied me, his shirt wrinkled, tie loose around his neck. He looked drained, the lines at the corners of his mouth etched deeper than yesterday. I hated how familiar those lines had become.“You cut your hair,” he said finally, walking closer.“Noticed, did you?” I tried for humor, but it came out brittle.“Hard not to.” He tilted his head, scanning me like he wasn’t sure whether he liked it. “What made you do it?”I hesitated. The scissors, the strands, the desperate need to shed a piece of myself—none of it would make sense to him. “Felt like time for a change,” I said simply.His brow furrowed, but he didn’t press. Instead, he sank into the armchair across
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 151 – New hair, who this?
Amelia’s POVThe mirror didn’t soften a thing. It laid every raw truth bare. My face was thinner, my skin drawn tight, and my eyes looked like they hadn’t seen sleep in weeks. My hair in long waves that had once been my pride but now suddenly felt like an anchor, weighing me down.I picked up the scissors.It wasn’t planned. The thought came, wild and unshakable, and before I could talk myself out of it, strands of chestnut hair were sliding into the sink. With each snip, something inside me cracked and shifted. When I finally dropped the scissors, my reflection looked… different. My hair brushed my shoulders now, rough and uneven but strangely freeing.I let out a shaky laugh. “Maybe I’ll recognize her,” I whispered at my reflection, though the hollow look in my eyes said otherwise.I left for the clinic with a scarf looped around my neck, as if that could hide the change.*****Work usually offered some distraction, but today the air felt heavy. The waiting room buzzed faintly wit
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 150– The Ultimatum
Amelia's povThe knock on my office door was the loudest sound I had ever heard. And it was just at the right time.For a moment, I thought my own heartbeat had found its way outside of my chest and rattled against the wood.Leo’s eyes flicked toward the door, his grip on my wrist loosening. “Expecting someone?” he asked, his tone silk and venom all at once.I swallowed, forcing my voice to work. “My next patient.”Another knock, followed by a muffled voice: “Ms. Steele? We’re here for the two-thirty appointment.”That voice—normal, human, blessedly ordinary—shattered the poisonous fog Leo had wrapped around me.He released me completely and stepped back, adjusting his cuff as if nothing had happened. “Lucky,” he muttered, his gaze locking on me, steady and deliberate. “We’ll finish this conversation later.”I didn’t breathe until he moved past me and out the side door. Only then did I sag against my desk, my phone still clenched in my shaking hand. When I opened the main door, the pa
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