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[Atlas]As I watch her sleep, the sun shining on her dewy skin, I know that I am the luckiest man on Earth. She and I are an improbable pair and every moment I'm with her feels like a denial of the universe's plans for my life. If I had made the mistake of marrying her sister, Angelica, I would have never known the paradise which is loving Cordelia Steele. Placing a gentle hand on her waist, I let it fall to her small belly. I hope we created another child last night, not to replace the one we lost, Jasper will be coming home, but because I want our next child to be created in love, not as a mistake. I want to remember this night forever. I never want to forget how it feels to be near her, knowing that there is no other place either one of us would rather be. "You know it will be weeks yet before we know if your plan succeeded," Cordelia smiles as her eyes flutter open. "I know our next little one is already in there," I reply as I bend down and kiss her belly button. I'm tempted
[Cordelia]The daylight streaming through the windows touches the edges of the young woman's face. She looks a lot like my dead sister, but there is something in the set of her eyes and the way she holds herself that isn't Angelica at all.But in the dim fading light of sunset, I can see why I was confused."That's not Angelica," I step forward and the closer I am to her, the more stark the differences become. Her hair is darker, her eyes are bluer, her face thinner, and her body more toned. "You were at the wedding last night.""Yeah," she swallows a sip of orange juice and holds out a hand to shake. "That was a beautiful ceremony, by the way, I was totally fangirling over your Tilly and Clark here," she points towards Tilly.I raise an eyebrow. "I don't know who you are, or I didn't when I kinda dropped in on the wedding. I was just sent here to deliver a package, I'm a bike messenger."She's babbling so I take her hand and watch as my touch seems to stabilize her. She's a bit more
[Cordelia]Delilah was more receptive to hearing what we had to say once the connection between my son and her brother was made. But she also seemed firmly set against believing any of it. She agreed to a DNA test but only if we paid for it."I have a question for you, Delilah," Clark said as we were finishing breakfast. "Were you the one who made the delivery right before the wedding?""Yes," she startled, the question surprising her. "And did you know it was your father that was sending the package?""Of course," she shakes her hair out of her face. "I mean, my boss was being a bit of a dick, so he sent me out in that heat on a bike because my dad was sending us out on another last-minute delivery run." She shrugs, "Something about wanting my dad to see what it feels like to risk his kid for once. Which is stupid, my dad doesn't even know I work at a messenger place. He thinks I'm out here going to school."Atlas and I look at one another. Last minute? That means he didn't know unt
[Cordelia]I stop and take a few deep breaths, letting Atlas catch up with me. He doesn't say anything. Pulling me into his arms he holds me tightly to his chest. I scared him. "I'm not leaving without you, Atlas, I'm just...so done with all of this," I sigh, letting my body sink into his. "Delilah and I aren't so different. I don't want to be someone else who is using."Atlas kisses the top of my head supportively. "We don't know here, we don't know anything about her," I add. "Maybe she's another victim, or maybe Magnus loves her." I look up at Atlas. "Do you think maybe Magnus might be motivated by love?"Atlas scrunches his eyebrows. "The son." "Yes. I know he has been coming after you for the cure for a long time, but something changed a handful of years ago. Something made him want to accelerate things. What if...""What if he stole our son to save his own," Atlas finishes for me. I nod. "Maybe he stole those embryos with a more selfish purpose, and he kept two for whatever
[Cordelia]We've been in Canada now for two weeks. My mother is giddy with excitement over our official wedding party tonight. A full gala event and fundraiser will be televised, and the details printed in fashion magazines. "The Fashion Power Couple" my mother predicts the headlines will read. "Or maybe," she muses "Devaroux and Steele--A fashion powerhouse." She is already preparing our staff to get started on our next line for LA Fashion Week this fall. "We want to make a splash. You will have more to prove and more eyes will be on you than ever." I tried to convince her that there have always been eyes on me but she is determined to stick to the idea that some eyes are more valuable than others. "Trust me, Delia, you will want to make your very best impression, and with that handsome husband at your side, it would be impossible to fail."I don't have the heart to tell her that Atlas and I won't be showing a line together at Fashion Week. Atlas and I get ready together, taking o
[Delilah]The entertainment news station has Atlas and Cordelia's break-up playing in an almost continuous loop. They were prepared for this. They were even hoping for it. "Go ahead and use my name," I offered. "My father already assumes and it will help with the plan." And yet, even so, I flinch every time she says "Delilah" with so much venom. That bitter, vengeful harpy of a woman is not the Cordelia Steele I've come to know over the last couple of weeks. Patiently I wait for my phone to ring. I expect he'll call any moment now. If someone had told me two weeks ago that everything would change that night, I'd When I got on my bicycle two weeks ago, heading out for a last-minute delivery to a wedding, I never thought it would be a pivotal moment in my life. But it was. Nothing was the same. ______________________________________________[Two weeks ago]After spending the evening speaking with Stephen Greyson I learned about Angelica and Sydney. Looking at their photos felt surr
[Cordelia]The press was all over our breakup minutes after I stormed out of that ballroom. This was all according to plan. Our relationship is about to become messy, public, and unavoidable. Magnus won't need to have me followed because the press will do it for him. And we will have an opportunity to set the script. Not him. We won't let him control our lives any longer. Delilah gave us the idea to use her as part of the excuse. Her father sent her to our wedding, let him think that Atlas is still so obsessed with Angelica that he'd sleep with another one of her doppelgangers on the day of our wedding. The hope is that if Magnus believes his daughter has a chance of stealing Atlas' heart, maybe he'll give us back our son. Maybe I can convince him that he doesn't need Jasper any longer if he thinks he has another way to get what he needs. Or maybe, he'll be so distracted by what he thinks we are doing that he won't notice what we're really up to. I know I should be happy that Atl
[Cordelia]Steadying my frayed nerves with a deep breath, I realize I can't remember the last time I spoke with him. Oh yes, now I remember. It was when he was threatening my life."Cordelia, are you there?""Jude," I hiss. "Why are you calling?"There is a long pause. "You know why. "He must be somewhere that he can't speak freely. Then why did he call me? Why not wait? "Is he okay?" My little guy is so small and precious. "Is he...?"Would he call just to tell me he's dead? That my precious little joy is gone from the world, lost and far away, without his mother to calm him. "He's doing well now that I've adjusted his treatment. He still has a long way to go until recovery but..."Jude gives me precise medical details of my son's current condition. With his skills, he was able to bring him back from near critical. He's become quite familiar with the disease since working on Magnus' son, Devin. "Listen, I don't have a lot of time before she wakes up," he murmurs rapidly. "Listen.