Semua Bab While Marrying Mr. Steele: Bab 101 - Bab 108

Amelia's pov "Habibi, welcome to Dubai!"The cheerful voice of the concierge still echoed in my ears. He’d greeted me with such warmth when I arrived at the Burj Al Arab—an architectural marvel that rose from the sea like a sail. It felt like a palace, a place you only saw in movies or dreams. And yet here I was, standing in its gold-encrusted halls, while my marriage slowly crumbled into ash.The view from the rooftop bar was too perfect for someone whose heart felt like it had been shredded in a blender. Gold lights sparkled along the skyline, as if mocking me. From up here, you could see the famous Palm Jumeirah sprawling like a miracle across the dark waters. The world’s tallest tower, the Burj Khalifa, blinked in the distance like a watchful eye. Dubai had never looked more beautiful—and I had never felt more like crap.I sipped from my glass and winced at the bitterness. I hadn't even bothered to ask what the bartender recommended. I just told him something strong. Something th

POV: Sienna “Where the hell are you?”I didn’t bother answering right away. I pressed the phone tighter to my ear and turned my head toward the sliding glass doors. The Dubai skyline was gleaming in the distance, indifferent and dazzling, like it had never known heartbreak. I kicked my heels off and padded barefoot toward the suite’s terrace, dragging the silk robe tighter around me.“I said—Sienna, where are you?” Marco repeated, sharper this time.“Somewhere sunny,” I said, stepping out into the dry heat. “Somewhere I don’t have to look at your face.”“Don’t get clever with me. My assistant saw the manifest. You weren’t on the flight to New York. You were supposed to land this morning.”I let the silence stretch while I watched a yacht slice through the water like a silver blade. It was all too perfect—the sky, the harbor, the illusion of freedom. I closed my eyes for a moment and tilted my head to the sun.“Sienna.”“I’m in Dubai,” I said finally, keeping my voice light. “I needed

POV: EthanThe worst night of my life started quietly, as these things always do.A hush. A pause in conversation. The faint swell of murmurs moving like ripples through still water. I didn’t register the shift until I noticed Jess stiffen beside me. Her hand moved to my forearm, not to comfort but to brace.Then came the screen.I didn’t know what I was seeing at first. The light changed, and with it, the room. People turned. Some adjusted their glasses. Others leaned forward slightly, instinctively, the way you do when you sense something’s about to shift and you're powerless to stop it.And then—her.Sienna. Standing on a balcony overlooking the Marina, the wind brushing her hair off her shoulders. My body reacted before my mind caught up. I knew that image. Not the angle. Not the footage. But the moment.And then I saw myself.I wasn’t even looking at the camera. I was looking at her. At her face, red from crying, her hand on my chest. She was saying something. I couldn’t remember

Amelia's pov I turned the vibrator over in my palm, pressing the little silver button. It hummed quietly, like it was embarrassed for me.I dropped the wine glass to the floor beside the bed, not caring if it tipped or spilled. The cool clink of glass against tile felt distant, barely touching the chaos storming inside me. My thighs pressed tightly together, pulsing with need I hadn’t dared acknowledge in weeks. Months, even. The vibrator was still in my hand. Sleek, metallic, sinful.I pressed the button, and the soft hum filled the quiet room like a secret.My body jolted in response. God, how long had it been since I'd allowed myself to want like this? To need? Not for comfort, not out of grief or frustration—but purely for pleasure. For that hot, selfish, delicious pleasure that belonged only to me.I lay back against the pillows, the vibrator still buzzing in my fingers. My free hand slid down my stomach, past the waistband of the silk shorts I hadn’t even bothered to remove. Ju