All Chapters of Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

[Jude]Jasper Steele, even with my interventions, is weaker than he should be, so I tested his blood. His white blood count is abysmally low, even with all of the infusions and immune boosters. He is no longer responding well to this therapy. Something needs to be done, and soon. Thankfully, the Jaxon and Susanna Steele were innovators in their field. Having access to Susanna Steele's notes is like taking a doctorate-level course on genetics. She was brilliant, and looking at her photos around the office, extremely beautiful. The face and smile of a model framed with blonde hair that cascades down her shoulders in gentle waves. There is something familiar about her eyes. They are a dark, piercing blue bordering on black that reminds me of someone. Setting her photo back on her desk, I repress a shiver as I rotate the frame to face the wall away from me. She has an unusual office. I'd expect the geneticist to have a clean, orderly space, but hers is cluttered and dusty. She has a r

[Atlas]If I hadn't received Cordelia's message, I would have rushed out to be by her side when I heard her open the door and scream at the press about what had happened to our son. But then I saw that she was doing it for us. That she did it for us. Clark and I took the back way out. Walking as quickly as we could, we didn't look back as we headed to his parked car several blocks away, out of the view of the press or any other prying eyes. Quietly, we ducked into his car and drove away, headed to the other side of the city to Steele Labs which is nestled in the hills just beyond the city. When we arrived, Jude was waiting for us. Even though he is the only person I know capable of helping my son, my fists itch with the desire to punch his teeth down his throat for all the pain he caused my wife. "Jude," I grunted as we passed through the doors. "Where is my son?"He guides us through the lab to a small infirmary that he set up with Jasper in the center of a bed far too large for

[Sydney]Magnus was livid as he watched the scene unfold on camera. Henri and I held back, hiding in the kitchen as he watched Cordelia condemn him on screen in a constant repeat. Her collapse in front of her house over the stress of her loss has brought national attention to what is happening at Fisher Pharmaceuticals.Now the government is getting involved. The FDA and the CDC have already asked for private meetings with Magnus to go over the parameters of his new "miracle cure." The problem is, we don't have one. Our initial tests are showing it to be ineffective. After having his specialists go over the instructions and formulation with a fine-tooth comb, the treatment was determined to be ineffective, although harmless. A placebo. Delilah either messed up or is deceiving us intentionally. But we didn't get this news until AFTER he had announced his version of the cure. The only consolation was that we hadn't entered the major trial or mass production stages yet. We haven't figur

[Tilly]Clark is buzzing around the condo, looking for odds and ends, trying to find anything that connects him back to his mother. At first, I thought it might be a way for him to feel closer to her, to pass a bit of her down to his daughters. But no. It's all part of an elaborate treasure hunt, an adventure that we are all about to embark on whether we want to or not. "But Clark," I protest. "We can't go out onto the open ocean when I'm 39 weeks pregnant with twins." I can't believe he's even suggesting it. I'm terrified, but he's bouncing on the tips of his toes as he digs through boxes. "What if there are complications? What if something were to go wrong while we're on our way to the South Pacific.""I'm more afraid that something will go wrong if we stay here," he confesses, looking over his shoulder at me, his glasses sliding down his nose as he wipes his sweaty brow. "Magnus is an unpredictible menace. It's only a matter of time before he finds Jude and the facility. OR befo

[Cordelia]We make a brief stop in San Diego for some supplies. Tilly plans to modify a dress to fit over her very expansive belly and has us pick up a sewing machine as well.We offer to wait and have it altered, but she shakes her head. "I wouldn't trust anyone else to do this properly. Besides, I'm quick. We can keep sailing and I can have it done before we make dock in Ensenada." Stopping in Mexico had not been part of the original plan. Atlas and Clark spend much of the morning making phone calls and getting things ready for our arrival. By the time we're back on the boat, it is midday. Lunch is waiting in the gallery room, a fancy dining space with panoramic views of the ocean. Atlas' face is red as he puffs angrily in response to whatever bad news he is receiving. Closing his phone he slams it down on the table, rattling the glassware and making us all jump. "Magnus is spreading rumors again in the press," he announces. "He's blaming us for blowing up his facility. Saying it'