Todos los capítulos de Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

[Cordelia]"Clark, what are you doing out of bed?""I just heard everything you said," he confesses. "Does Atlas know?"Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear I wait for him to elaborate. "I'm not sure what you are talking about." "That you love him," as he takes a step forward and his eyes, red and puffy from crying, search my face as he asks. "Does he know you already see yourself as his wife again? That you want to marry him?"Holding up my hand, I show him the engagement ring. "I said yes to him. I wouldn't have done so if I didn't mean it." I sigh. "Is this because of the argument at the hospital? Even though I'm mad at him and said I needed space doesn't mean that I don't want to marry him."Is that what Atlas thinks? That I don't love him at all anymore? That I asked for space because I didn't want him anymore?Doesn't he realize that the reason it hurts me so much when he doesn't stand up for me is because I love and want him so much? "Maybe you should remind him," Clark look

[Cordelia]"Atlas, I can see why you're nervous, but he genuinely seems to be coming from a good place. Maybe he investigated me and found out the truth, but we have no idea why. Maybe he used to work for the fertility clinic and felt guilty. Maybe he is working for one of the families and came across my information. He could be doing all of this from a positive place."Atlas considers this for a moment but then shakes his head. "I'd still feel better about things if you brought me with you next time you think about retrieving whatever is in that safety deposit box. We don't know what his motives are. It could all be part of some elaborate trap."I would say he is being paranoid, but I can understand his fear after what happened with Jude. Jude also seemed to be my friend. Am I too trusting?"Can I see the list of names," he asks cautiously. "Maybe I can have someone look into it."After I agree to show it to him tomorrow, his body relaxes and he leans into me. "You know," his breath i

The man is dragged out of the studio by security, but the damage is already done. "We'll edit that part out," Clark's drones lower from their previous hover. "Nobody will see that footage.""But my dress," I looked down at the black paint all over the beautiful green silk and a tear fell from my eyes. I hate how these damn pregnancy hormones make me emotionally weak. Tilly comes up from the front row of the audience. As she passes Clark I see a moment of connection as she moves past him, a small smile on her lips. There is no ring on her finger anymore, but the light in Clark's eyes when he looks at her tells me that things must be on the mend. "I have just the thing with this," Tilly pulls me backstage into a dressing room where she has me strip off my dress. Behind a wardrobe, she pulls out a 5-gallon bucket and a gallon jug of white vinegar. I watch in astonishment as she makes the stains disappear. "Did you prepare for this," I eye her suspiciously. "How did you know I'd need a

[Sydney]Our plan didn't work. When I called my friend and asked for some assistance, he was sure this would be all that we needed. "She's feeling very vulnerable right now," he assured me. "Lost and unsure of her place with Atlas. She just needs a little push to send her over the edge."So I trusted him. My dad's friend has been a great help in the past. He was always quick when it came to delivering the meds I used in the wine. The man with the sign was supposed to scare that stupid Greyson girl away from the competition, maybe even cause her to argue with Atlas about the safety of the show. The dead bird was an added bit that I thought up, and at first, it seemed to work like a charm. She went running off the stage, her beautiful dress ruined, so close to tears. I was sure she would have started yelling at Atlas the moment she made it out of the dressing room in a hideous borrowed dress.But none of what happened seemed to shake her. If anything she seemed more poised and elegant

[Cordelia]I can barely catch my breath as my body rocks with the ferocity of the pleasure his fingers just gave me.Did he just ask me to marry him? Tonight?"Marry you?" panting, I push him away just enough to see his face. "Are you serious?" I gasp. "Like tonight? But what about a wedding and...""We tried that before and it didn't work out," he reminds me as he smooths down my skirt and helps me steady myself. "And I don't need all the drama and cameras and everything else that comes with it, do you?""I don't want the mess from last time," I admit. It was a nightmare. Not only was it a grand, glorious affair with all the trimmings, but both the bride and groom were miserable, simply meeting the requirements of a contract signed when a different bride stood in my place."So you've agreed," his eyes light up, a boyish grin spread from ear to ear. Grabbing my hand he pulls me with him, "Let's go.""No wait," I pull back. "I didn't m