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Chapter 36 – Brothers and Burdens
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While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 73— The red lipstick
Amelia's pov: present "Ethan…"His name scraped out of my throat before I even knew I was saying it.But no one answered.I was slumped on the floor just inside the bedroom door, the towel clutched hard against me already soaked through and warm with blood. The air smelled like lavender and saltwater, and the tiles beneath me felt so cold, it made my teeth chatter.I pressed my palm harder against the towel, trying to convince myself it was enough to stop it. But the blood kept coming.I tried to sit up straighter and immediately felt the world tilt sideways. My vision swam. My fingers went numb.Beyond the door I could still hear faint laughter, faint murmuring—Ethan’s voice low and warm. For half a second it comforted me. Then the sound twisted itself into something sharp, something mean. My mind conjured her—Sienna out there with him, lips red, hand on his arm. Smiling like she already knew how this would end.I hated myself for thinking it, but the thought stuck in my ribs and wo
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 72– The Kiss
Ethan's pov: 2hrs ago "Don’t wait up. I’ll be quick."That’s what I told her.Amelia was already sinking into the bath when I closed the bedroom door behind me. I could still hear the faint slosh of water and her soft sigh echoing in my head as I stepped into the quiet of the villa’s corridor.The text had come through just minutes earlier, buzzing on the nightstand.Come to the terrace for a minute. Need to talk before everyone gathers. You look good on your feet again. Proud of you.It was from Marco—the owner of the villa and my oldest friend from university. The gala tonight was his doing. His message hadn’t sounded urgent, but knowing Marco, he’d already have two glasses of whiskey in him and a dozen things he wanted to say before the formal toast began.I straightened my jacket, grabbed my cane from where it leaned against the armoire, and gave one last glance at the door to the bathroom. The scent of lavender hung in the air even out here.I told myself it wouldn’t take long.
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 71– Scarlet Water
Amelia's pov We reached the villa just as the sun began to slip behind the hills, spilling molten gold and burnt orange across the water. The air was thick with salt and the faint, smoky scent of grilled fish from somewhere down the coast. Ethan carried most of the bags, despite my protests, his long fingers hooked easily through the handles.“You’re impossible,” I muttered as we crossed the threshold.“And you’re predictable,” he shot back, a half-smile tugging at his mouth. “I told you—quick stop. Somehow you bought out half the damn market.”I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help laughing, though it came out thinner than I intended. “Oh please. Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy haggling with that spice vendor. I swear you two were flirting by the end.”He paused just inside the kitchen, setting the heavier bags down with a soft thunk on the counter. His smirk faltered—not much, but enough that I caught it. “She was old enough to be my mother,” he said, voice flat now.I leaned against t
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
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