All Chapters of After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Amelia’s POVGet to know me as… a woman?What did that even mean?But when I met Gabriel’s gaze, I knew exactly what he meant.I noticed the heat simmering just below the calm professionalism. The flicker of hunger he didn’t quite hide. My pulse kicked. I shifted in my seat, suddenly too aware of every breath I took."Um… I actually have to—" I started, fumbling for an excuse, any excuse to get out of there.He caught the tremor in my voice instantly. His expression softened, and he leaned back, putting space between us again. "I’m sorry," he said gently. "I can see I made you uncomfortable. That wasn’t my intention."I exhaled, some of the tightness in my chest easing. "No, it’s fine, I just—" I stopped, then shook my head. "I've been getting so much out of our sessions. You’ve really helped me find… balance. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize that by—""—getting involved in other ways?" he finished for me, his voice quiet but not without a hint of regret.I nodded, grateful he’d said

Tristan’s POVVictoria and Sienna were giggling like schoolgirls at the breakfast table again, their laughter ringing through the dining room like nails on glass. Liam sat between them, basking in their attention. His smug little grin made my stomach twist. The boy was spoiled beyond belief—and entirely too pleased with himself.I stirred my coffee, jaw clenched."Careful, Liam," I said sharply. "You’ll drown in all that syrup if you pour any more."Victoria shot me a look. "He’s a kid, Tristan. Let him enjoy breakfast.""Yeah," Sienna added, in that falsely sweet tone of hers. "You only get to be young once."I didn’t bother replying, just lifted my icey gaze to meet hers. I didn’t trust that woman one bit. Since Sienna had moved in, she and Victoria had gotten close. Too close. Whispering over tea, going on shopping trips, exchanging looks when I entered a room. I could feel it.My grandmother, Evangeline, had told me exactly what kind of person Sienna was—manipulative, calculatin

Amelia’s POVAs soon as I closed the door behind me, Rowan grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. "Rowan!" I gasped, startled. "What are you doing?"His eyes were dark, blazing with something between fury and desperation. "This is unbelievable," he ground out. "I let you out of my sight—out of my protection—for two weeks, and suddenly you’ve got two other men chasing you down."I felt my pulse jump, heat rising in my cheeks. "That’s not what happened. Gabriel came to talk about therapy—""Therapy," he echoed with a bitter laugh. "Right. Doubling your sessions? You really think that’s just professional concern?"I stared at him, stunned. "How do you even know about that? Were you listening outside my door?"He hesitated just long enough for the answer to be obvious."Oh my god, you were," I said, exasperated. "That was a private conversation, Rowan. That’s not protective. That’s invasive."He took a step closer, so close I could feel his hot breath against my skin, his blazer gra

Amelia’s POVThe next morning, I arrived early at the Lancaster offices. The building was still quiet, sunlight filtering through the tall glass windows. Rowan wasn’t even here yet.As I walked down the hallway, I noticed that my office still had my name on the frosted glass panel. Thank goodness, I thought, at least one thing hasn’t changed. Maybe I’d get a few moments of peace before facing Rowan.But when I opened the door, I froze.Lana was sitting behind my desk, legs crossed, tapping lazily on her phone as if she owned the place."Good morning," she said without looking up. Her tone was light, but the smirk that followed was pure provocation.I folded my arms. "What are you doing here, Lana?"She finally looked up, feigning surprise. "Oh, Amelia. It’s you. I figured since you’d disappeared out of nowhere, someone had to make use of this office.""I didn’t disappear," I said evenly, trying to keep my voice calm. "I’ve been working from my own office."She tilted her head. "Right

Amelia’s POV"Ooh, this is a good catch, gentlemen," one of the thugs drawled, his eyes sliding over me as he licked his lips."I’ll say," another murmured, his hand brushing down my neck.I shivered in disgust and jerked away. "Don’t touch me."They laughed—a low, filthy sound that made my stomach twist. But Gabriel’s voice echoed in my mind: Don’t freeze. Breathe, then act from your center.When the man closest to me reached again, I caught his wrist, twisted hard, and used the same pivot Gabriel had shown me. He yelped in surprise as I sent him sprawling onto the pavement.The others stared in shock. Then the one holding my purse grinned, golden teeth glinting under the dim streetlights. "Ooh, a feisty one," he said, tossing the bag to the ground. "This is gonna be fun. You gonna put up a fight, baby?""Try me," I snapped, my voice steadier than I felt."Oh, we will," he promised, stepping closer.I braced myself, watching his every move—but I didn’t see the man behind me until i