All Chapters of Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

[Atlas]The police lead me to an observation room. On the other end of a two-way mirror sits Sydney Bryant in a pretty pink suit, her blonde hair sitting up on her head in a neat updo. She looks more irritated than afraid as she stares up a the officer."Ms. Bryant, you have been connected to a very serious crime. Accessory to attempted murder of an infant. Murder, if the child dies," the officer bends forward, bringing himself to eye-level with Sydney. "That's a prison sentence of at least 25 years. Considering the victim is so young, and the death so gruesome, you may be looking at life in prison." Sydney stares back at him unphased. "I don't know what you are talking about officer," she squits and looks at his badge. "Davies, but I'm going to report you to your supervisor for poor conduct. You have no grounds to hold me here. Say goodbye to your badge." "Don't be so sure, Ms. Bryant," the officer's tone becomes deeper, more intense. "Your friend, Henri St. Croix was more than h

[Cordelia]"Magnus.""Good morning, Cordelia. It's been a while. How are you doing?" This monster asks as he stands over my dying son, a syringe in his hand. "Get away from my son you sick son of a bitch!" I scream as I leap from my chair. His hand presses the needle into the base of the IV. "I wouldn't if I were you. I'm an old man. My hand might slip, ending your son's life." I stop. "Why are you here, Magnus," I hold myself still, a protective hand on Jasper's chest. "If you wanted him dead, you'd have already killed him."A feline grin stretches across his face, twisting his features. He is still handsome and charming, but now his true evil is written across his face. "You are correct, Ms Devaroux. I do want something from you. Something very important for both of us."How dare he come here and make demands of me. He is already killing my son, what more could he possibly do? "Why bother," I scoff. "He's already dead. You made sure of that." "Oh Cordelia," he shakes his finger,

[Cordelia]I wish the moment with Magnus had been a terrible dream. A nightmare that I could wake from.But life is not that generous. It seems it is my fate to lose my family over and over again."Somebody drugged you," Atlas tells me as he sits by my bed, explaining what had happened over the last three days. "And they used the drug that almost killed you before. Thankfully, those doses are completely out of your system because...damn it."Between Jasper disappearing and me almost dying, Atlas is a mess. I can tell by his rumpled appearance that he has not left my side. Whatever Magnus had given me, that "mild sedative," put me in a coma for three days.Maybe he was trying to kill me, only slowly, like he's doing with Jasper, to force our hand in finding the cure. Then why doesn't he want me to tell Atlas? Wouldn't he get the cure quicker if Atlas knew that was the condition for releasing our son?And then it strikes me--the one time he went to a Steele for their cure, they died to

[Cordelia]They released me from the hospital the next day. Atlas took me home. Now that the truth about him is out, there is no need for him to hide anymore. As soon as I got home, I received a message from an anonymous number. The message contained Jasper asleep in a crib somewhere. "Our mutual friend is working on a cure. You've already seen the results. Hurry and find the real cure before he tests it. It would be a shame if it didn't work. You have 3 months."My poor baby boy. The doctors weren't sure if he'd even make it to the end of summer. Maybe now that he isn't being poisoned, his lungs will begin to repair themselves. I really hope that is the case. I wish with all my heart to hold my little boy again, safe and healthy.Atlas takes a week off of work to stay with me as we share in each other's grief. Even though Jasper is still out there somewhere, it feels like we are mourning his loss. Which made it all the more sadder when Tilly and Clark announced they'd be postponing

[Atlas]At some point, I must have fallen asleep, because I snap awake when Clark walks in and places a cup of coffee on a nearby table. "Rough night?" He claps my shoulder as he takes a seat next to me."If we weren't already divorced," I look up at him as I take a grateful sip of the warm brew. "I'd say Cordelia and I are getting ready to sign the papers.""Ouch." Clark winces. "So therapy...""It isn't working," I confess."And Cordelia is suffering. I think we will need to focus our search without asking her to help with the efforts. Just bringing up the kidnapping sets her into a frenzy. I don't want to cause her any more pain." "And the police?" Clark twists his mouth as he says this. Based on our past experiences with them I can't say that I blame him. They have a less-than-stellar track record when it comes to finding evidence or following leads. It almost feels like we are doing all the crime-fighting for them when it comes to our family. Without Clark's video surveillance an