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[Cordelia]I can barely catch my breath as my body rocks with the ferocity of the pleasure his fingers just gave me.Did he just ask me to marry him? Tonight?"Marry you?" panting, I push him away just enough to see his face. "Are you serious?" I gasp. "Like tonight? But what about a wedding and...""We tried that before and it didn't work out," he reminds me as he smooths down my skirt and helps me steady myself. "And I don't need all the drama and cameras and everything else that comes with it, do you?""I don't want the mess from last time," I admit. It was a nightmare. Not only was it a grand, glorious affair with all the trimmings, but both the bride and groom were miserable, simply meeting the requirements of a contract signed when a different bride stood in my place."So you've agreed," his eyes light up, a boyish grin spread from ear to ear. Grabbing my hand he pulls me with him, "Let's go.""No wait," I pull back. "I didn't m
When Atlas Steele is determined, he is a force of nature. While we did just set a future wedding date, two weeks from today, he's got it in his mind that he can somehow manifest my real parents so that the date could be moved up.As he frantically makes calls to investigators, attorneys, and authorities in British Columbia in his studio office, I try to calm him down by reminding him that no matter how crazy he makes himself today, he isn't going to find my parents in the next 5 hours."Try me," is all he said in response to that as he hung up with one person only to search his contacts for another.After about an hour of insanity, he finally realizes that it won't be today. I am lying out on his office couch trying to take a little nap when he closes his phone and makes his way over to me."Well well," he swaggers over to me."What do we have here?"I crack open a single eye before shaking my head."Is this an actress on th
[Atlas]The explosion rocked the foundation. I watched in amazement as the building shook but still stood. I was certain that would be the end of Steele Industries. "Is anyone still in there," I turned to Theo, who was trying to rally the department heads for a head count. "I'm not sure, Sir." She's frantic, looking down the names. "We're missing a few from sewing, a couple of people from accounting, and a handful of others from different departments, but I'm not sure if they didn't get out or just called in sick. We are trying to confirm their status right now. ""Good," that was better than I expected. "And the other businesses in the building?""The modeling agency was on location, thank God, and the printing press in the basement is all evacuated," she confirmed. "We are still waiting to hear from the bridal salon, but considering how many white dresses are in the parking lot, I'm going to say that they got out as well."Clapping her on the back, I gave my thanks and went back to
[Cordelia]"I love you," Atlas smiled sadly before turning his back to me and heading into the building. "I love you too," I called after him. What I want to say to him is much longer and would hurt much more, but there is no time. I cannot stop him, and the sooner he goes, the better chance he has of returning. Damn it, Atlas, you better come back to me. We only just found each other.For the sake of the baby, I need to calm down. The doctor warned me that any more big shocks to my system I could end up on bed rest. Or worse in the hospital. And for what, a sense of dread that is probably me just overreacting. I breathe long and slow as I watch the firemen enter the building. Atlas, knowing the building the best, opens a side door and heads straight for the studio where we had been recording earlier today. I watch through what remains of the large lobby windows as Atlas shakes hands with the fire chief and then heads in the opposite direction. In an attempt to calm my nerves, I be
[Cordelia]Time stopped having meaning to me when I saw that building collapse.I was sedated, taken to the hospital, put on more monitors than should be legal, and forced to sit still as they checked all of my vitals and informed me that bed rest was no longer optional."How far along is she?" Everyone was talking around me as if I were not there capable of answering for myself, making my medical decisions for me."26 weeks," a nurse looks at a chart."Put her on a steroid. We need to develop those baby's lungs in case of an early delivery."The heart rate monitor starts beating erratically and they notice my eyes are open and I'm gasping, my heart beating out of control."Not my baby! Please," I gasp. "Save my baby! He can't be born yet, it's too soon!""Sedate her again!" the doctor orders as something is injected into my IV. "You need to rest, Ms. Greyson. Sleep now."The nex
[Cordelia]"Bryant?" I look up at the elegant woman. "As in Sydney Bryant.""The very same," she sighs. "Sorry about my daughter. She was always a bit of a handful. I know she's caused you a bit of stress."A bit of stress? This woman is a bit delusional. But she's nice, so I don't want to hurt her feelings by saying so. "She's been...challenging," I try to smile, but I must look strange because the woman laughs and it sounds like the tinkling of silver bells. "You can be honest, dear," she encourages, shaking her head. "I might be her mother, but I'm not blind or ignorant of her shortcomings. She's always been a bit of a spoiled brat and I'm afraid that time with her father hasn't helped that."She gracefully takes the chair next to my bed as Clark and Tilly excuse themselves to give us some time alone."So you and Mr. Bryant...are not together."She raises an eyebrow at the personal question. "Technically we're still married, although we have had separate households for the last 15
[Clark]Telling my brother's pregnant fiance that he might never be found was one of the hardest things I've had to do. I love Cordelia as family, and seeing her hurt, seeing her break, broke me a little too. No, it broke me a lot. Angelica's body was easily found when the dogs were brought in. We expected to find Atlas then as well since he was looking for her, but he must not have ever found her. For all we know he died from inhaling smoke or dust or from the explosion itself. Depending on where he was at the time of the blast, he may have died before he even realized the bomb had gone off. I was hoping that by the time she woke up, we'd have good news to share. I wasn't prepared for the worst. Dogs, men, and drones have been searching day and night, but even our wealth has its limits, and the city just can't afford to keep searching for people who are most likely dead. They've suggested we start planning the funeral, even if we don't have a body for the casket. I haven't told T
[Atlas]It is wet, cold, and dark.I don't know how long I've been here stuck between two pieces of concrete. I'm not even sure how I got to this dark place. This must be the basement level. I remember being thrown, a loud booming crack, and the sensation of falling. And then I opened my eyes into complete darkness. At first, I thought my eyes were not working, but then I realized that I could see the bare outline of the pillar holding me down. I can't see the sun, so I'm not sure if it is night or day above me. Sometimes I hear something that gives me a clue, like distant sparrows and the cawing of crows or the whistling sounds of crickets. There have been footsteps and barks above me, the sounds of searchers trying to find any survivors. When I first became aware of my situation, I tried to get the attention of the searchers. I screamed until my throat grew hoarse and my throat unbelievably dry.But it has been silent for a long time now. Possibly days. How long was it again that