All Chapters of Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

[Cordelia] I'm in the hospital. Again. "You know, Cordelia, we need to stop meeting like this," Dr. Bennet chuckles as she checks my vitals. Since I woke up in this bed she's had someone come and check my levels every hour. "You're staying overnight this time." She grumbles telling me that I need someone to force me to relax because when left to my own devices I schedule news conferences and reality TV shows. By now everyone in LA knows that I collapsed at the press release earlier today. What had started as positive publicity ended up becoming an inquisition. I'm sure the internet is abuzz with gossip. I wouldn't know, since I’ve been banned from looking at any social media. Frowning, I listen while Atlas just outside my door. He's been on the phone all day. Occasionally I'll hear him say something like "You need to get to the bottom of this right away!" or "Find out who leaked this information to the media and press charges." But none of those earlier conversations bother

[Angelica] My parents came by earlier today, not to see how I'm doing, but to tell me about Cordelia's little "incident" at the press conference. It seems that she is so delicate and frail that she can't even speak with a group of reporters without fainting. Personally, I think she's being a little melodramatic. She's probably not as frail as she seems. She's a Greyson, after all, and we're all very tough, hardy people. Birthing one baby shouldn't be so difficult, and she still has almost three months to go. They were happy, of course, that I was awake, but I almost wondered if they'd have preferred it if I stayed asleep. The longer I was asleep, the better sympathy they garnered, or at least that was the message I received from them, albeit indirectly, during their visit. On the plus side, however, it looks like our story has gained so much attention that potential kidney donors from all over California have come forward to donate. The doctors want to try local first, but it is

[Cordelia]Nobody said anything in response. We all just watched the blonde nightmare waltz into the room expectantly, as if waiting for applause. "Sydney?" Atlas is confused, not quite seeing what is obvious to everyone else in the room. "Why are you here? This is a private family matter.""I was invited," her eyes go wide, innocent, a look that has always suited her in the past. "Unless you don't need me anymore, Doctor Jones?"We all look to the doctor, who looks at all of us. "Do you all know one another?"I can't help it, I start laughing. "Cordelia," My mother scolds me. "This is not at all humorous. Why are you laughing?""You're right, Mother." I continue to laugh, my chest heaving."This is the opposite of funny. This is a freaking nightmare. Don't you recognize her? That's Sydney Bryant!"My father goes very very still. "Bryant? As in the daughter of David and Chrissy Bryant."My mother goes very still next to him. "What are the odds," she says under her breath as she looks

[Cordelia]Without saying anything to Tilly and Clark, I grabbed my coat and headed downstairs. I'll text them from the restaurant or wherever we end up going once we get there and I've had enough time to clear my thoughts. I feel a little guilty not saying anything, but they were so focused I didn't want to interrupt them.But I don't want to worry them unnecessarily, just needed some fresh air. Magnus is a friend. He'll keep me safe from the prying eyes of reporters. He protected me once before. When I make it out onto the street, waiting downstairs is a sleek black car with tinted windows. I wonder who ordered the Towncar?Sitting on the stoop, I wait for Magnus to arrive. He should be here soon. Looking down at my phone, I wonder if he's walking this time or if he brought some kind of vehicle. The electric sound of a window rolling down draws my attention. Looking up, Magnus' gentle smile greets me from the backseat of the Towncar. "Cordelia," he waves me over as his driver c

[Cordelia]Atlas looks like more of a mess than usual when he stumbles out of the studio. As I listen to the black car drive away, I look up at Atlas, more than a little bit worried. I have a very strong urge to wrap him in my arms and comfort him. But if I do that, it will feel like forgiveness and I am not ready to forgive. He needs to learn that I won't always bend to his will just because he tells me that I should. How dare he assume that I will. At the hospital, his words reminded me of who he was before, of how he treated me like a child who didn't know her own mind. Over Sydney--the same girl as before. What is it about these women that makes Atlas forget common sense? I take a step around him. He doesn't even see me at first. It's not until I say, "Excuse me, "that he responds, hearing the sound of my voice. "Cordelia!" he comes to life, his entire body changing as he moves from being hunched over to standing erect. "Oh good, you're okay." "Why wouldn't I be?" I don't und