All Chapters of After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rowan’s POVI didn’t flinch. "You heard me."Amelia stared at me like I’d lost my mind. "Rowan, that’s insane! We barely— We’re not even—" Her words tumbled out, frantic and disbelieving. "You can’t just—""I can do whatever the hell I want," I cut in, my voice hard as flint. "And what I want… is you."She shook her head, eyes wide. "Rowan, you haven’t even thought this through. You can’t just rush into something like this.""Are you questioning my decisions, Amelia?" I asked slowly.She flushed, the faintest pink coloring her cheeks. "I… well, yes! Because this one doesn’t make any sense!"A dark, dangerous laugh escaped me. "Don’t you know I can’t stand it when people question me?"She tilted her chin, refusing to back down. "Well, if you really want to live with me, you’re gonna have to get used to that.""You’re far too stubborn for your own good," I growled, taking a step toward her. "And reckless. And completely impossible.""Compliments now?" she shot back, though there was a t

Amelia’s POVRowan’s words echoed in my ears, but I struggled to believe them. He wanted us to be… serious?I swallowed and forced my voice to sound colder than I felt. "You’re never gonna give up, are you?"He held my gaze, dead serious. "Never."I sighed. "Even if I wanted to move in with you"—I gestured toward the mountain of paperwork on my desk—"I’m way too busy for big changes right now."A corner of his mouth lifted. "So you want to?"I snorted. "Is that really all you took from that?""Of course." He leaned in, voice low and certain. "That’s the only thing that matters. Everything else can be worked around."I shook my head, trying to push the flutter away. "Rowan, I just told you I’m way too busy. This is not the time."He didn’t argue. He only smiled, slow, secretive. "We’ll see about that."Before I could form a protest, he closed the short distance between us. His mouth found mine in a sudden, devastating kiss. My knees went weak on instinct. I braced a hand on the desk b

Amelia’s POVRowan let out a low, guttural sound. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He pulled out, his impending orgasm ruined by the interruption. If the situation hadn’t been so completely messed up, I might’ve laughed at his expression.I shook my head, exhaling sharply. "God… this is going to be a nightmare."He ran a hand through his hair and called out, "I’ll come downstairs to play catch with you in a minute, Liam."A small, enthusiastic voice replied instantly from the doorway. "Yay!"With a muttered curse, Rowan strode into the en-suite bathroom and got in the shower.I lay back on the bed. Despite my frustration with Sienna and Liam, I drank in the sight of him through the slightly steamed glass. God, he was impossibly gorgeous.But even with such an alluring view, my thoughts were racing. This day had gone completely off the rails. I was now living in a mansion with Rowan Lancaster, the city’s most eligible—and infuriating—bachelor. And now his ex and kid were here too.I gro

Amelia’s POVI met Liz in front of the building. She gave me a once-over and let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl! You look like you’re dressed for some sexy gala," she smirked, her eyes flicking over the dress Rowan had chosen for me.But when she caught my expression, the teasing left her face immediately. "What’s wrong, Amelia? Did something happen?"I let out a sigh. "Where do I even start… How about we drink first, talk later?"Her lips curled into a grin. "Now you're speaking my language." She looped her arm through mine and nodded toward the glowing entrance."Come on. This place will make you forget all about… whatever he did."I arched a brow at her. "He?"Liz smirked knowingly. "Please. That dress screams Rowan Lancaster drama."I groaned but didn’t argue. She wasn’t wrong.Inside, the club was alive with pulsing lights. Everywhere I looked, male models were stripping, dancing and teasing, their shirts flying off to a chorus of squeals.My eyes widened. "Oh my god…"Liz lean

Liz’s POVAs I left the strip club, a nagging voice in my head whispered that maybe I should’ve stayed. Maybe I’d left Amelia in the middle of a storm she couldn’t handle. But then I remembered the way her face flushed whenever she saw Rowan. The way her eyes lit up even when she tried to deny it. She was smitten, no matter how stubborn she was.And honestly? Who could blame her.That man was tall, dark and devastating. Power radiated off him like heat, and he had that lethal mix of wealth and arrogance that made women melt.I sighed and shook my head as I strolled down the street, heels clicking against the pavement. The night was still young, and I wasn’t ready to go home to my cold, empty bed. When I passed one of my favorite cocktail bars, I stopped short. A drink wouldn’t hurt. Maybe a little more than a drink.Inside, the place was buzzing, warm and golden. I ordered myself something strong and fruity and settled at a stool, idly scanning the crowd. My body ached with restles