All Chapters of Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"Yes?" Atlas repeats, puzzled. "Yes, you probably should have told me about this before you brought me here," I smirk, "But also, yes to your question from before," I smile as I wait for him to realize what I am saying. "Yes?" he asks again, only now he knows what I am talking about. "Do you? I mean I...?"Stepping onto my tip toes I close the gap between us and kiss him gently. "Yes, Atlas, I want to marry you again. And I love this home," I hold onto his shoulders as his arms wrap around my waist. "It's perfect."He pulls me into him and kisses me. It isn't the hesitant kiss of first love or the hot and bothered kisses we were sharing in the car. This is a kiss of gentle deepness of shared growth and hope for tomorrow. As we kiss I see our children growing up around us, playing in the forest, bringing friends over for sleepovers. I see Atlas spending less time in the office and more time here, making pancakes and pursuing new hobbies and passions, supporting me side by side as we

[Cordelia]"I think I still remember the secret code," Atlas grins as he fiddles with the lock. I come closer and notice it isn't as simple a contraption as I originally assumed. The lock is digital, unusual for a lock that is over 25 years old. "Mom was a bit of a tech genius," Atlas grumps as he tries to figure out the code and is denied again with a loud buzzing sound. "I think she's where Clark gets his tech savviness from. She'd tinker around the house, making little things like this," he points to the lock. "She was so ahead of her time." "I wanted to show you our old treasure maps," he sighs as he sets the lock down, giving up on opening the lock for the evening. "I thought the code was Dad's birthday, but it isn't working." He frowns. "I'll have to check and see if Clark remembers. I doubt it, though, he was only 3 when they died.""What's this?" I ask, pointing to a panel on the back side of the lock. "Maybe this has something to do with why it won't open." Atlas flips it o

[Angelica]I have never felt as bad as I do right now. Not even during the months of rehabilitation as I healed from the first car accident. Not during the painful plastic surgery I had to undergo to restore my beauty or any of the procedures that Jude performed on me with the hopes of giving us a child someday. There isn't a single part of me that doesn't hurt. The last thing I remember is the sound of a horn and the feeling of flying after the bus slammed into me. I can't remember how I ended up in the street in front of the bus to begin with. Did I trip? Was I pushed?I should be dead either way. One doesn't usually walk away from being hit by a bus."I guess I didn't walk away," I try to say, but start to choke around a respirator shoved down my throat, helping my lungs breathe. Panicking I start to flap around, trying to pull the damned thing from my throat. What the absolute hell? How many machines am I h

[Sydney]I hate flying coach. "We need to make a good impression," her father explained. "If you want people to believe you are a better person, you need to show them that you feel remorse for your actions. Remorseful people don't ride first class."My mother put a gentle hand on his shoulder trying to temper his anger. He's been upset with me since the interview went public. He threatened to cut me out of the will and take away my trust fund he was so angry. "Atlas' attorneys are threatening to take away everything we owe, Sydney, and all because you couldn't keep your big mouth shut!":I don't see what I did wrong. I didn't lie. Cordelia's family is full of crooks. I just brought her Greyson corruption to light."And what is this nonsense about Cordelia copying you? You've never designed a single thing in your life," My father's face was red as shoved my garments into a leather suitcase. "Now you need to go to LA and prove you are not a liar when indeed that is exactly what you are.

[Cordelia]As Atlas tried to address the audience, Theo placed a tablet in my hands so I could read the article on a full-sized screen. The headline read "BABY KILLER?!? Steele Sister Revenge"Scrolling down, I see a strangely distorted version of the events around my sister's accident. It was like my parent's worst words and accusations broadcast for the world to see, with full-color photos to boot. "Did Cordelia Steele attempt to kill her sister and her babies to steal her husband? Where was Angelica Greyson and what does she think now that she is back with Atlas Steele?"These questions were blasted on blogs, filling the comments. Along with much more hurtful, accusatory comments. There are even a few pictures from my Cordelia Louise website splattered in red with the words "baby killer" writ large. "Someone should push HER in front of a bus," one comment said. "I bet she was the one to push her sister.""How DARE she show up with Atlas Steele in public," another comment read. "W