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Chapter 73— The red lipstick
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While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 83 — No Way Out
POV: AmeliaThis wasn't the getaway I'd pictured.The storm had come back overnight, louder, meaner, as though it was as sick of this place as I was.By the time I made it downstairs to the lounge, rain was lashing the tall windows in furious sheets. Wind rattled the shutters so hard the guests flinched whenever they caught. The air smelled damp and sharp with coffee.I chose a corner table near the wall, my small carry-on at my feet. Already packed.I’d packed as soon as it was light, my hands shaking over each sweater and dress as though folding them properly would somehow fold all this chaos away. I kept telling myself we’d leave today. We’d get out of here. Surely.Now I wasn’t so sure.The staff behind reception moved fast, their voices low and tight as they fielded calls, checked clipboards. Near the windows, two women in tailored jackets murmured about cancellations. The sound of it pressed in on me.I clasped my hands in my lap and kept them there, fingers digging into my palm
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 82 — The Game
POV: Sienna (her pov)“You’re playing a dangerous game, Sienna.”Marco’s voice was, almost bored, as he leaned back in the leather chair by the window. He swirled the whiskey in his glass, the amber catching the dim light, and watched me as I closed the suite door behind me.I kicked off my heels, smiling faintly. “I’ve always been good at games,” I said, my tone light, teasing. “And don’t pretend you don’t like it.”“Like it?” His brow arched as he brought the glass to his lips, pausing just long enough to smirk faintly at me. “No. But I do enjoy watching you ruin yourself.”“Oh, Marco,” I sighed dramatically, stepping out of my jacket and draping it carelessly over the sofa. “You’ve been saying that for years. And yet here I am. Still here. Still… worth keeping.”He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head, though his dark eyes narrowed just slightly. “You’re broke, Sienna.”“Temporarily,” I corrected smoothly, crossing to the little bar cart without looking at him.“You’re broke
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 81: The Rumor
Ethan's pov The general kitchen went quiet the second I stepped in.Two guests — a man and a woman I vaguely recognized from the reunion dinner — stood near the espresso machine, their heads bent close. The woman’s hand froze halfway to her coffee cup as soon as she saw me, and the man quickly looked away, pretending to stir his sugar.I kept my stride steady, though every muscle in me tightened.“Morning,” I said evenly as I passed.“Morning,” they murmured back, but neither of them looked me in the eye.My jaw flexed as I poured myself a coffee. Behind me, their hushed voices resumed almost immediately.And every so often, I could feel their eyes on my back.Marco found me in the hallway outside the kitchen a few minutes later. He didn’t even bother with his usual greeting — just grabbed my arm and steered me toward his room, which was empty.Marco was a proud bachelor.“What the hell is this about?” I demanded, pulling free as the door shut behind us.Marco leaned against his desk
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 80 — Absolutely f***ING nothing
POV: AmeliaThe storm was finally breaking.From the terrace I watched as the black sky cracked into streaks of lighter gray, the sea still thrashing far below the cliffs. Rain clung to the balustrade, dripping in slow beads. The air was heavy, metallic with the scent of wet stone.I sat curled in the chair, knees tucked up under me, Ethan’s sweater draped over my shoulders. I hadn’t slept since Sienna left. My mind kept replaying the sound of my hand meeting her cheek, the startled look on her face, the way she’d smiled anyway, like she’d won. Like she’d always win.I hated how much that smile stayed with me.The villa was quiet now, too quiet. Everyone else had retreated to their rooms. The last of the staff had finished checking the windows, boarding up the more fragile panes.But Ethan still hadn’t come back.I told myself not to care. Not to count the minutes. But my eyes kept sliding to the dark hallway anyway, to the empty stretch of tile that led toward the stairs.And then at
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 79 — The Storm
POV: EthanThe storm came in faster than any of us expected.Marco and I were standing near the back veranda, going over the last of the plans for our early departure, when the first roll of thunder cracked overhead. By the time we stepped into the courtyard, the wind had already whipped itself into a frenzy.Marco cursed under his breath, gesturing toward the staff who were rushing to pull in cushions and board up the outdoor shutters."You mind giving a hand?" he called over the howl of the wind. "We’ll have this sorted in twenty minutes.""Of course," I said, tugging my jacket tighter and limping across the slick stones to help one of the younger staff wrestle down a patio umbrella.It wasn’t until the first sheet of rain came down that I noticed her.Sienna, standing at the far side of the courtyard beneath the overhang, her arms folded tight over her chest. Her dress—black, sleeveless, clinging—seemed wholly impractical for the weather, though knowing her, that was the point.She
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 78 — The Uninvited
POV: AmeliaI woke up late.The faint clink of plates and laughter that usually drifted up from the kitchen in the mornings was absent, replaced by an eerie hush that settled over the villa like a heavy sheet.For a few seconds I lay there staring at the ceiling, still half-asleep, still caught in that strange fog that hadn’t lifted since the miscarriage. I could feel it in my limbs, that dragging weight, making everything I did feel slower, clumsier, like I wasn’t quite here at all.When I finally pushed myself up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my chest ached. From what, I couldn’t even say anymore.The villa was quiet when I padded downstairs. The faint scent of coffee had already gone cold.On the counter was a folded note in Ethan’s neat handwriting.‘Had to step out with Marco. Handling some arrangements so we can head home soon. Rest. I’ll be back shortly.’I read it twice, my eyes catching on the word home before I set it back down.I wasn’t sure I even knew where
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