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Chapter 77 – What Breaks Us
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Amelia's pov "I didn’t cry."That’s the first lie I told myself.But the second the door shut behind him, and I was alone in that white hospital room, I broke.Hot, silent tears slid into my hair as I stared at the ceiling and gripped the stiff sheets so hard my knuckles ached.When Ethan came back, I’d already wiped my face. He carried two water bottles. He set one on the table, twisting the cap for me without looking up."Here. Drink when you can.""Thank you," I murmured, my throat dry.His head lifted, just slightly. His eyes scanned mine like he could see what I wasn’t saying, then dropped again. He sat, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together."You should’ve told me sooner," he muttered."I didn’t know it would get that bad," I said."It doesn’t matter. You should’ve told me.""You weren’t here," I shot back, sharper than I meant.His head came up fully then. "Don’t start.""Why not?"His jaw flexed. "Because I’m here now. That’s what matters.""Is it?"
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 77 – What Breaks Us
"Don’t put me down… please."That’s what I remember saying. Or maybe just thinking.But Ethan held me tighter anyway, his arms like steel and shaking all at once as he carried me through the villa’s hallway.His breath was ragged above me, his voice cracking every few seconds as he shouted for someone—anyone—to help.I was so cold. My head lolled against his chest, and the faint smell of his cologne clung to me, sharp and expensive, mixed now with the coppery tang of blood.I blinked once and saw the hallway lights blur into stars.The next time my eyes opened, we were in a room I didn’t recognize—smaller than ours, with a narrow bed already stripped bare and a man in a white coat rolling up his sleeves."Here. Lay her down here."I felt the sudden chill of the sheets beneath me as Ethan lowered me onto the bed, one hand still cupping the back of my head like I might break completely without him.He knelt beside me, his cane forgotten somewhere behind him, his face pale and tight as h
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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
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While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 71– Scarlet Water
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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
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