While Marrying Mr. Steele のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Amelia“It’s an opportunity of a lifetime, Amelia. Do you realize how much this could boost your career?”, Dr. Marks leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen against the desk like he had all the time in the world.I did not. What I saw was the flashing neon sign of regret associated with Ethan Steele's work.“No, I'm not listening," I stated decidedly as I grabbed my tote bag. “Let’s be honest, I care about my peace of mind and from what I’ve been told, Ethan Steele doesn't come across as a piece of cake to find serenity.”I knew I should have sent him over to someone else the moment Estelle told me she'd be transferring her patients to me, since she was resigning, but I hadn't.I thought I could handle it. Handle him…And I was wrong. I dreaded our sessions more than I dreaded working overtime.Dr. Marks sighed, his eyes narrowing in that patronizing way senior doctors often did when they felt superior. “Amelia, Ethan Steele isn’t just any patient. He’s the Ethan Steele. If you succe

Amelia“It's huge," I mumbled to myself as I got out of the black SUV that had just dropped me off at Ethan Steele's home.But then again, what was I expecting? The man was a billionaire.The driver, a tall, salt and peppered haired guy, had kept himself mostly to himself throughout the trip. Jared had offered to make me, but I had turned the offer down, so Ethan had sent his personal driver.“Yes it is." he kept the door open with a blank expression as I looked at the impressive element standing before me.The mansion was a modern fortress, all sharp lines and dark glass. It exuded wealth and power, much like the man who owned it. But despite its grandeur, it felt... cold. Lifeless.“Welcome to the Steele residence, madam," the driver said, his tone courteous yet impersonal.I swallowed hard, clutching the handle of my suitcase. “Thanks,” I replied, trying to sound confident.When I went through the door, the temperature in the room became even more frigid. The interior was sleek a

Amelia“You’re not even trying,” I complained, folding my arms across my chest as I stood a few feet away from Ethan in his private gym.State-of-the-art equipment remained there, shining in the fluorescent lights, clean and unworn. Ethan sat in his wheelchair, glaring at me like I’d just insulted his very existence. His dark eyes, framed by thick lashes, burned with barely restrained irritation.“Trying won’t change the fact that my legs don’t work, " he bit out, his deep baritone voice laced with anger.His jaw tensed, and the scar on his temple, partially concealed by a neat, jetblack hairline, appeared to be visible as he tensed.I held my breath, not letting my anger and frustration get out. Why was everything hard with this man? We've been at this for an hour now.“This isn’t about whether your legs work right now. It’s about building strength, even if it’s incremental. Progress starts somewhere, Ethan.”He laughed, but it wasn’t the kind of laugh that brought joy. It was bitt

AmeliaThe moment I stepped into my room, I leaned against the door, letting out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. My fingers pressed against my lips, as if trying to erase—or maybe preserve—the memory of Ethan's kiss.Why was I trying to do that? I wondered.What was that? The sound of my heart going wild in my chest as I replayed the moment in my mind. His lips firm, and demanding, had caught me so out of guard. For one second, I'd kissed him back, forgetting everything-the terms of our marriage, therapy, the reason I was even here.But why had he kissed me? Impulse? Frustration? Or worse, was it part of this whole act, this elaborate farce we were playing for the world?I shook my head, trying to push the questions away. They were dangerous. They had no place in this arrangement, and I couldn't afford to let them fester.Sliding off my heels, I padded over to the window and pulled the curtains back. The Steele estate stretched beneath the moonlight, so vast it was bot

AmeliaThe ringtone pierced the stillness of the morning, pulling me from a restless sleep. I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, blinking at the screen. The hospital's number flashed across it, sending a chill down my spine.My heart thudded as I swiped to answer. "Hello?""Mrs. Steele?" A voice on the other end asked, hesitant but polite.Yes, this is she," I said, sitting up. My fingers tightened around the phone. "Is everything okay?"The pause that followed felt like a knife poised over my chest."It's about your mother," the voice finally said. "We've been trying to reach you regarding her payments.""My mother's payments?" I repeated, my stomach sinking. "There must be a mistake. Everything's supposed to be taken care of."We understand, ma'am, but the last two installments haven't been processed. If this isn't resolved soon, we may have to reevaluate her stay here.""What?" My voice rose. "No, no, that can't happen. She needs that care! I'll sort it out today.""Thank you,