All Chapters of After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Amelia’s POV"I’ve had enough of your games," Rowan growled against my lips, his hand still tight on my throat.My eyes widened. I gasped for air when he loosened his hold just slightly. "Rowan…" I stammered, voice trembling.Suddenly, he released me so abruptly I stumbled back. He turned his broad shoulders toward the door."Enjoy your new office, Amelia," he said darkly, his tone like a curse, before disappearing and letting the door slam shut behind him.The silence was deafening. My whole body shook as I stared at the closed door, dread curling in my stomach."I’ve really done it now…" I whispered to myself, wrapping my arms around myself.I must seem like the most ungrateful person alive. He’d gone out of his way to do something extraordinary for me, and all I’d managed to do was reject the gesture—reject him. But my intentions hadn’t been bad. All I wanted was for him to focus on what mattered most. His family. As it should be.I forced myself to sit down at the massive drawin

Amelia’s POVI closed my office door behind me, sinking against it with a sigh. My heart was heavy, and honestly, I was exhausted. This whole Sienna situation had turned my thoughts into a battlefield.I tried to convince myself I wasn’t a homewrecker. After all, Rowan’s marriage had been broken long before I ever walked into his life. But my mother’s voice echoed in my head, sharp and unforgiving, yelling at my stepmother all those years ago: "You destroyed our family!" The old wounds clawed at me, raw and unforgiving. I couldn’t help seeing the similarities in our situation. Especially living in the same house with Rowan and his little family. And what’s worse, every attempt at pushing Rowan away had failed. All I wanted was to get out of their way, but he just wouldn’t let me.I tried to shake it off and buried myself in my laptop, determined to drown out the noise in my mind with work.But then—a commotion from the hallway drew my attention. The sound of raised, angry voices s

Amelia’s POVRowan’s lips tore from mine. His hungry gaze turned molten with rage as he whipped his head toward the sound. His grip on me instinctively tightened."Mother." His voice cracked like a whip. "What the hell are you doing here?!"Slowly, I turned my head toward the lounge entrance. Evangeline stood tall in the dim light, her presence like a shadow that sucked the air from the room.I was suddenly excruciatingly aware of what we must look like—me straddling him as he carried me through the hall. My hair a mess, my lipstick smeared. Shame burned my cheeks. I wriggled in his arms, desperate to get down."Rowan," I hissed under my breath. "Let me go."His head snapped back to me, eyes flashing. "No. I’m not letting her dictate how I spend my time."A small chuckle drifted from somewhere behind Evangeline. "Is that so…?"My stomach turned to ice. Emerging from the shadows like something out of a nightmare, Sienna glided forward, Liam clutching her hand."You’ve gotta be kiddin

Amelia’s POV"What the hell are you doing here?" Rowan barked at his nephew.Tristan’s eyes swept over Rowan’s bare chest, then flicked to me in my tiny lace nightgown. I suddenly felt way too exposed. Heat rushed up my neck, and I crossed my arms tightly over my chest.Tristan’s gaze locked on me like I’d just committed some cardinal sin. "So this is where you’ve been hiding, huh?" he growled.I narrowed my eyes at him. "Hiding? What makes you think—"But he cut me off, his gaze snapping to Rowan. "Grandma Evangeline told me you were ‘hosting’ my ex-fiancée," he sneered. Every word was dripping with contempt.Rowan’s jaw flexed. "Did she now? God, that woman will stop at nothing to ruin my life.""She’s your mother," Tristan snapped. "She wants what’s best for our family. And for you, that’s Sienna."Then his eyes flicked back to me, his voice softening. "For me… That’s you, Amelia. It’s always been you."Rowan bristled before I could respond. "Amelia’s not your anything anymore, Tr

Amelia’s POVAs I drove toward the construction site, my heart raced with exhilaration. The leather seat hugged me like I belonged in it, the engine purred under my touch, and the dashboard shone with luxury. This was by far the fanciest, sexiest car I’d ever driven.Rowan was insane. Truly insane. Who just hands someone a car like it’s nothing? But then again… he had more than he could ever use. Still, every new thing he gave me made the question burn hotter: what does all of this mean?The way he’d looked at me this morning, the way he’d flipped pancakes shirtless like some domestic dream, the way he’d moved me into his house, into his office, into his life. And that kiss before I left—God. Did he… feel more for me than he dared to say?But Tristan’s words came back to me like a thorn. "I love you. Has he ever said those words to you?"My grip tightened on the steering wheel. Why did Tristan have to be so damn insistent? Couldn’t he see I was with Rowan now—even if… it wasn’t of