Todos los capítulos de While Marrying Mr. Steele: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Ethan’s POV)It was a Thursday morning, and it was starting to look like Halloween. The office was loud in the way only PR disasters could make it. And I actually spotted a couple of people already playing pranks on their fellow coworkers.Phones rang off the hook, people darted down hallways, voices overlapped in panic. Veronica was at the center of it all, red nails flashing as she barked orders.“Ethan.” She snapped her fingers at me like I was a waiter instead of her stepson. “The last campaign is a mess. You’ll fix it. And you’ll work with Ryan.”My jaw clenched. Of course.Ryan leaned against the glass wall like he owned the building, smirking, thumbs scrolling his phone. When Veronica swept out, heels clicking like gunshots, I walked straight to him.“You ready to actually do your job, or are you too busy screwing family?” I said, low enough that only he heard.His smirk faltered. “You wanna start this now?”“Should’ve started it years ago.” I stepped closer. “You slept with V

(Amelia’s POV)I couldn’t remember the last time my body felt this deliciously heavy. Maybe never. My limbs were warm, tangled with Ethan’s, my heartbeat slowly crawling back to normal.He was still hovering half over me, his chest damp, his hair sticking up in every possible direction. I reached up, poking at it with my finger.“You look like you wrestled a hurricane,” I muttered.He grinned, lazy and proud. “Pretty sure I just did.”I rolled my eyes, shoving lightly at his shoulder. “Wow. One good round and suddenly you’re a poet.”“One?” His brows rose. “That wasn’t one.”I bit my lip to stop from smiling. “Fine. One… very extended, very enthusiastic performance.”“That’s better,” he said, settling down beside me and tugging me into his chest like I weighed nothing.The silence that followed was warm, filled with the sound of our breathing and the faint hum of the city outside. For the first time in weeks, my mind wasn’t racing with what-ifs and worst-case scenarios.But of course,

(Ethan’s POV)Ryan had called three times in a row before I finally picked up.“Don’t pretend you forgot,” he said. “It’s my birthday. You and Amelia are coming.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Ryan, the last time we were in the same room we nearly killed each other.”He chuckled like that wasn’t true. “That’s family tradition. Look, I booked out the top floor of the club. Open bar. Music. Everyone will be there. Don’t make me send Veronica to drag you.”Amelia was across the room, folding laundry. She raised her eyebrows when I mouthed birthday party?She shrugged. “We should go.”So we went.****The private club was already buzzing when we arrived. Music thumped from the upper level, expensive perfume mixed with whiskey in the air. I guided Amelia through the crowd with a hand on her back. She looked incredible in a dark green dress that hugged her figure. Too incredible, if I’m honest.Ryan spotted us first, already holding a drink. “There he is! My big brother finally shows up

Sienna’s POVI kicked off my heels the second I stepped into Veronica’s penthouse. Well, Ethan's father's…along with the estate, she also got most of his properties.The place smelled like expensive perfume and fresh lilies, like always. She had a taste for making every room feel like a showroom instead of a home.She didn’t even look up when I stormed in. Just sat on her cream sofa with a glass of wine, scrolling her phone.“Seriously?” I snapped. “I texted you three times. This is important.”Veronica sighed, finally setting the phone aside. “Everything’s important to you, darling. Sit down.”“I don’t want to sit down.” My voice cracked, more desperate than I liked. “I need your help.”That got her attention. She leaned back, one leg crossing elegantly over the other. “With what, exactly?”“Ethan,” I said.Her lips curved in that knowing way I hated. “Ah. Of course.”I paced, running my fingers through my hair. “He won’t even look at me anymore. Not the way he used to. She’s got him

Amelia’s POVI wasn’t expecting anyone. Ethan had texted an hour ago saying he’d be late, something about cleaning up a mess Ryan left at the office. The apartment was too quiet, so I had Netflix playing just for background noise while I half-dozed on the couch.Then the doorbell rang.I frowned, pushing myself up. It was late and definitely way too late for deliveries. My first thought was Ethan forgot his key. My second thought was worse. Leo.I padded to the door, barefoot, pulling my hoodie tighter around me. When I opened it, my stomach dropped.“Dr. Marks?”He stood there in the hallway, hands shoved into his coat pockets. He looked… different. Thinner, hair unkempt, eyes darting around like he hadn’t slept in days. His tie was crooked, his shirt wrinkled like he’d pulled it from the bottom of a suitcase.“Amelia,” he said with a short laugh, like he wasn’t sure it was my name. “You look… well. You look alive.”I gripped the edge of the door. “Where have you been? You disappear