All Chapters of Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele: Chapter 351 - Chapter 357

[Jude]She doesn't recognize me. The love of my life, a woman I'd burn the world for doesn't know my face. "So my sister said you are a friend of hers. Are you staying for the wedding?"Is this real? Does she not recognize me? "Angelica, it's me, Jude."She tilts her head to the side and stares. "I used to know someone by that name...I think. It sounds familiar. Did we meet at one of the mixers last week?"My heart sinks."No Angelica," my small smile falters, "We met at a nightclub. It was a rainy night." I began relaying the moment I first saw her. I was a medical student, almost done with school, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. "You came up to me and bought me a drink."She shakes her head sadly. "I've never been in a nightclub. Magnus would never allow that." She turns back to her mirror and grabs her lipstick, dismissing me. "You must be mistaken. Maybe you met one of my sisters. Sydney perhaps?"Cringing, I turn my head. Does she know about Sydney and me?

[Delilah]"Good, well I'm glad you like him," I wink. "I hope we'll get to see more of him." "Me too," she blushes, looking down at her hands. Interesting. I wonder if part of her still remembers Jude. From what I've learned, she loved him fiercely, enough to defy Magnus. As I leave the room, I hear my father's smooth, deep voice questioning one of the guards. When I turn the corner, I see him berating Jude, staring him down, demanding his credentials."Ah shit," I murmur, realizing I had forgotten to send his false credentials to Magnus' PA. My heels clatter as I rush forward, closing the gap between us. The two men look up from their discussion. "Oh Father, I see you met Mr. Summers!" I chuckle casually as I try to hide my anxiety. "Mr. Summers?" Magnus' brow furrows. "I don't remember approving a new guard.""Oh, he's someone I've been interviewing to manage Angel," I smile sweetly. "I had a feeling Tracy wouldn't last long. I'll send his credentials to Margot immediately," I p

[Cordelia]Instinctually, as any mother would, I reach forward to comfort the child. Her eyes light up with hope as my hands touch her fevered brow. She is so delicate, so frail, with hair so white it is almost transparent and eyes the color of dark coals. "How did you get here, Sweetie?" I ask as I gently pat her hair down on either side of her face. She can't be more than 7 or 8. Seeing her like this makes me think of my own children and how vulnerable they are. Atlas thought he was sending us to safety. Instead we are right in the middle of the flames. The monitors attached to the girl show her heart rate is steady, and the IV in her arm is keeping her hydrated. But why is she in pain, what is the source?"She is in the final stages of leukemia," a voice announces through an intercom speaker placed somewhere overhead. "Her parents denied traditional medical care and decided to try alternative methods. That is where you come in.""How?" I shout at the unseen person. "I don't know

As soon as I stepped inside the room. I could see why Sasha begged me to be quiet. I had never seen anything as horrifying. The room was a lab of sorts, not very different from the morgue-like room I had been whisked away to before, except it was narrow and thin, curving slightly as it turned around the bend. In the center of the room were beds lined up about 6 feet apart, and on each bed was a child, woman, or man. Some looked like they were sleeping peacefully, others lay quietly, their faces twisted in pain. A few had giant wounds across their midsection, their flesh peeled back, revealing organs that were being monitored by cameras and other devices in a sort of slow study. The little girl was one of those victims, her face finally calm, but the spot where I had touched her sliced open to view. "This is monstrous," I couldn't help but gasp before clasping my hands over my mouth. "Can they feel this torture? How is this...?""The green fluid keeps them sleeping and also serves a