All Chapters of After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amelia’s POV"I got this far in spite of your name," I hissed. "You’ll never take credit for anything I’ve built. And don’t you dare touch that house."Franklin smirked at me like I was a child throwing a tantrum.The men around him exchanged amused glances. One of them muttered, "Feisty little lady," and another chuckled, "I like ‘em that way."Disgust burned through me, but I didn’t flinch. I kept my eyes on the man who’d once tucked me into bed and read bedtime stories—before trading all that in for another woman and her daughter, Victoria."That house was left to me by Mom," I said, my voice trembling with rage. "That's all I have left of her. You can’t let anyone else touch it.""You mean the house I paid to renovate?" he snapped. "It’s already up for auction, Amelia. You’re too late."My heart dropped. "You can’t be serious.""It’s my legal right," he said with a shrug. "You should be grateful I didn’t sell it off sooner. Instead of wasting time whining about it, go find a man w

Amelia’s POVAfter spotting Rowan’s assistant at the bank, the idea had taken root and refused to go away:Should I ask Rowan for help?Desperation gnawed at me. I had always prided myself on being independent. I had built everything on my own—my work, my name, my path. And, I had told Rowan I wanted no contact outside of work. But now here I was, preparing to walk into his building and ask for a favor.I had no choice. Not if I wanted to save my mother’s house. That home meant more than just bricks and wood. It was the last piece of her I had left.I stood outside the Lancaster Group headquarters for what felt like forever. My heels were rooted to the pavement as the morning sun gleamed off the building’s sharp lines. Everything about the towering structure screamed authority—precise, sleek, untouchable. Just like the man who ran it.The glass facade reflected the city around it. It was the kind of place that made people straighten their spines. I, on the other hand, felt like I wa

Amelia’s POVTristan’s glare cut through me, his eyes narrowed into slits of fury. “What the hell did you do? Who is that?”I moved fast, trying to reach the door handle. But he caught my wrists in a bruising grip.“Tristan, let go!” I hissed, struggling against him. “You won’t get away with your disgusting behavior this time.”From the hallway, a deep voice boomed through the door. “Sir, you need to open this door now, or we will force entry.”The knocking came again—louder this time, more urgent.But Tristan didn’t flinch. If anything, the pressure seemed to push him further into madness. He leaned in close, his breath hot and sour. “Don’t you want the money, Amesie? You think anyone will care about you when you leave here empty-handed? After you’ve begged me?”I twisted against him, fury pulsing through my veins. “I said don't call that! And I don’t need your money. I’ll take care of myself!”He snarled, gripping my arm tighter. “Come on, babe. Just tell them to leave. Tell them e

Amelia’s POV“Are you threatening me right now?” I asked, my voice sharp, eyes narrowed into slits.Tristan smirked. “Good observation.”I didn’t hesitate. I yanked my arm from his grip and shoved him back a step. Fury roared in my chest, but beneath it was something colder—clarity. For a fleeting moment, I’d believed that maybe, just maybe, his earlier defense in front of my stepmother had come from some scrap of decency. A hint of guilt. A flicker of care.But no. Tristan hadn’t changed at all.He still saw me as something to own. To manipulate. A plaything to pull off the shelf when convenient.I stepped closer, grabbed him by the collar, and looked him dead in the eye. “Listen carefully,” I said, my voice like ice. “I am not yours. Not now. Not ever. You can threaten, lie, and twist all you want—but I will never submit to you again.”His smile wavered.I released his collar and turned my back on him, walking away with my head high and my back straight. I didn’t look back.But ev

Amelia’s POVMy mouth opened slightly, then closed again. “How… how did you know?”I skipped over his second question entirely—it felt too raw, too hard to answer.“How did you know I took out a loan for the company?” I asked, my voice barely steady. But even as I spoke, the answer began to form in my mind. Right after the loan appointment... I had run into Miles.“Was it… Miles who told you?”Rowan leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. He didn’t confirm or deny. Just watched me with that unreadable expression of his.I rushed to shift the conversation. “I just need to get my mother’s house back,” I said quickly, clutching the edge of my chair. “No matter what it takes.”I didn’t want to circle back to the other question—the one I hadn’t answered. Because the truth about where I’d gone after leaving his office… It would definitely be a trigger for him.He still didn’t answer. It felt like he was staring right through me.Thinking he might be disappointed—maybe he’d even think I’d j