Lahat ng Kabanata ng After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Amelia’s POV"I didn’t make you believe anything, Tristan. You’ve just been delusional," I managed to say—barely. My voice was trembling with the effort it took to keep my composure. The feeling of Rowan holding me, his rock hard cock pressing into my back while the vibrator continued to pulse, was unraveling me. My panties were so soaked by now I was nervous it would somehow be visible through my dress. Tristan’s face was flushed with rage, his jaw tight. "I can’t believe you, Amelia. How could you betray me like this?""You betrayed her first," Rowan said coolly. His gaze never wavered, and in that moment, it was clear who held the power between them.I gripped Rowan’s sleeve, my body trembling, every nerve on fire. I couldn’t take much more of this. The tension, the heat, the unrelenting thrum inside me—it was too much. I pressed closer to him, desperate for the sweet release only he could give me. "Take me away," I whispered, desperately trying to hold back my moans.Rowan’s m

Amelia’s POVI turned sharply toward Rowan, searching his face, desperate for some kind of explanation. His eyes were locked on Sienna and the child. But his expression gave nothing away. No pride, no joy—just a storm brewing beneath the surface.My thoughts were spinning out of control. Why hadn’t he told me he had a son? How could he have kept something this huge from me?But Rowan ignored the storm on my face, slipping seamlessly into charm. His hand rested at the small of my back as he addressed Evangeline."Mother," he said smoothly, "meet Amelia, my special guest this evening."I forced a smile, bending into a respectful curtsy. "Mrs. Lancaster, it’s an honor to finally meet you."Her sharp, ice-blue eyes swept over me from head to toe, leaving my skin prickling. She didn’t smile. Instead, she tilted her chin, tapping one manicured finger against it in thought."Amelia…" she mused, her tone slow and deliberate. "That name sounds awfully familiar." Her gaze narrowed with cool ca

Rowan’s POV"…What did you just say?" My voice came out as a growl so dangerous it almost startled myself.Amelia’s eyes held mine for a heartbeat before dropping down to her feet. "I can’t do this anymore," she said quietly. "Whatever this is between us… It has to stop."My pulse was still racing from the aftershocks of pleasure. My body thrummed with her warmth, her taste, her surrender.I forced a cold laugh. "You’re joking," I said flatly. "You can’t be serious. Not right after fucking me like that.""I mean it, Rowan. I can’t deal with this anymore." Her chin lifted, defiant despite the shimmer in her eyes. "The secrecy. The way you shut me out. The questions you refuse to answer. I don’t even know who I am to you. Hell, I don't even know who you are. Not really."I shook my head slowly, stunned. My hands flexed at my sides. "Amelia… You’ve been trying to push me away since the start. Why can’t you just trust me?""Because your reputation precedes you, Rowan," she shot back, vo

Amelia’s POVSienna looked up, her expression instantly shifting into wounded innocence. "Rowan," she cried, rocking the boy gently. "She—she hurt him. Your… special guest. She shoved him, and he hit his head on the cabinet."I turned to him, indignation coursing through me. "Rowan, no! That’s not what happened. I didn’t lay a hand on him."But Rowan’s gaze was unreadable. The boy sniffled pitifully, adding fuel to the fire.Sienna’s lips trembled with faux distress. "I knew this… woman wasn’t safe to have around him. I knew it."Rowan’s piercing gaze moved from Sienna… to the boy… to me."That’s not what happened, Rowan," I said firmly. "I didn’t touch him. He bumped into me on purpose.""Don’t upset him more, Amelia. He’s just a child," Sienna said pitifully, rocking Liam against her shoulder. "My poor baby… imagine if he’d been seriously hurt.""I didn’t—" I turned to Rowan. "You know me. Do you honestly think I’d hurt a child? …Your child?"But Rowan wasn’t looking at me anymore.

Amelia’s POVI couldn’t believe Rowan. Was he seriously threatening me with bedroom games? I felt like a deer caught in headlights, trapped between his power and fickle desires.It still eluded me, why he was so determined not to let me go. Was this all just some power game to him?Rowan just sat there, watching me, sipping his coffee with infuriating calm. Amusement glinted in his eyes, like my unease was a private performance he’d paid to witness.I shook my head, forcing my voice steady. "I really have to go. I’ve got work to do—for your project, no less. Remember? Those children you claim to care about?"Rowan’s brow arched, but his lips curved faintly. "Work, hm?" he echoed, as if the word itself amused him."Yes, work," I snapped, rising from my chair. "Some of us don’t have the luxury of playing mind games all morning."For a moment, he just stared in silence. Then, finally, he inclined his head. "Very well. If you insist." He set his cup down and stood. "I’ll show you to the d