All Chapters of After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Amelia’s POVGabriel’s eyes searched mine. "I double-checked the details before telling you. The IP address was logged from a home network tied to his property."For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My mind spun in circles, replaying every look, every argument, every moment Rowan had tried to control me."No," I whispered, shaking my head. "No, he wouldn’t— he couldn’t—"Gabriel’s voice was gentle. "Amelia. You said it yourself. He doesn’t handle losing control well. And right now, he’s losing control of you."I pressed a trembling hand to my temple. "That’s insane. He’s always been… possessive, sure, but to sabotage me?"He gave a small, grim nod. "It fits the pattern. The anonymous report used a reference file that only someone with internal access to your work could’ve known about. Someone with all-round access at the Lancaster offices."I felt sick to my stomach. "Oh my God." I covered my mouth, tears burning at the back of my eyes. "He’s trying to destroy me. My career, my reputati

Amelia’s POV"Amelia! Stop right there!" Rowan’s voice cut through the cold air behind me as I stormed down the mansion steps.I didn’t stop. My heels hit the stone path hard, every click echoing my fury.But his footsteps approached fast. Too fast. Then his hand caught my arm—strong, desperate, too familiar. He spun me toward him, and I stumbled right into his chest.For a split second, my senses betrayed me. The warmth of his body, the sharp scent of his cologne sent a jolt through me. My pulse stuttered. Memories flashed. His hands on my back, his breath in my ear, the nights that felt like fire.But my mind caught up soon enough. I shoved him back with all the strength I had. "You need to leave me alone, Rowan," I hissed. "We are done. For good."His jaw tightened. "I won’t accept that.""Well then that’s your problem," I shot back.The look in his eyes darkened with anger, disbelief, and a kind of possessive desperation that once might have scared me. But then, suddenly, his

Amelia’s POVI stood at the edge of my driveway, staring at the sleek beige Porsche gleaming under the morning sun. Somehow, it fit perfectly beside the ivy and wisteria-covered walls of my childhood home.My own home. My own car.A laugh slipped out, half disbelief, half exhilaration. I’d actually done it. I’d gotten away from Rowan. In his own car.Still, a knot tightened in my stomach. Anything that once belonged to Rowan Lancaster had a way of coming back to bite me. Maybe I’d just painted a target on my own back.I sighed. "But then again," I muttered to myself, "even if I didn’t have anything of his, he’d still find a reason to show up."A slow smirk appeared on my face. "Guess that means I have a car now," I said, walking closer and running a hand along the hood. "And not just any car…"For a brief second, I let myself feel proud. Light. Powerful. Like maybe—just maybe—I was taking control of my own story again.Inside, the scent of sawdust and fresh paint hit me. The house

Amelia’s POVI paced down the hallway, trying to keep my breathing steady. If I stayed where people could see me, Rowan couldn’t drag me into another room and melt my brain again with all that… intensity.God, he had driven me absolutely insane in there.My skin still tingled where he’d touched me. My lips still burned from that kiss.A kiss I’d used to outsmart him—but which had nearly destroyed me in the process.I’d been seconds away from giving in, from letting him take control in that reckless, primal way he always did.But I couldn’t fall into that trap again. I couldn’t.Still… I wasn’t immune. My whole body felt wired, buzzing, unsteady on my feet. My panties were so soaked I was worried it might be visible through my skirt.I exhaled sharply. "Get it together, Amelia," I whispered to myself.Of course, that’s when Sienna stepped right into my path, appearing like a smug demon summoned by my worst thoughts.She planted herself in front of me, arms crossed, eyes glittering."Y

Rowan’s POV"Get the hell off me!"I shot upright so violently the room spun. I shoved her away with enough force that she toppled backward and hit the floor with a loud, graceless thump."OW!" Sienna yelped, scrambling onto her elbows. "What the hell, Rowan?! Is that your way of thanking me?""Thanking you?!" My voice tore out of me, raw and furious. "What the HELL were you thinking?"I dragged my pants up and began pacing, hands in my hair, my pulse a deafening roar in my ears. Everything in me was white-hot, vibrating with rage. If I didn’t keep moving, I’d grab her and throw her out of the damn window.I must’ve left the secret door unlocked. In all my frustration and grief and fucking desperation for Amelia, I hadn’t double-checked it.Of all the places she could’ve violated and ruined… she chose this room? Our room?Sienna rose slowly, dusting herself off. Her lips curled into a smug little smile—the exact kind that always made me want to slam a door in her face."I just couldn