All Chapters of Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

 [Cordelia]“Are you okay, Cordy,” his face and voice are warm and concerned, but his eyes are cold, and calculating, looking at every element of my face.Forcing my face into a smile I lie. “Everything is fine.” As happy as I am to see Angelica, I cannot trust her. She lied to me with too much ease and sincerity. She was convincing enough that I was starting to believe her, and if I hadn’t had a flash of memory, I may still be convinced. She didn’t betray a single mistake as she gaslit me and tried to convince me that my reality was not true. But maybe she doesn’t know everything she said is a lie. If I have been walking around for who knows how long with some type of amnesia, maybe the same is true for her. 

[Atlas]I don’t know whether or not I want to hug my brother or punch him. Somehow he had found a pattern that the police had missed, even though they had been given a month so far to find her. “Why didn’t you offer any of this to the police?” I wonder aloud. “Maybe this could have helped crack the case.”“I tried, but they informed me that all of this surveillance was technically illegal and that none of it would hold up in a court of law.” He shrugged. “I tried there first before coming to discuss all of this with you. I had been…” he pauses before continuing “...hoping that I could help without getting directly involved. If they had just taken my footage I’d…”He doesn’t need to finish his sentence. He probably didn’t want to tell me about his surveillance of Cordelia and me. Considering how bad it makes him look, I can almost understand his motivation. “I also wanted to verify some of my suspicions first before I came to you. So I hired a private investigator.” He explains as he

[Cordelia] “Angelica,” I gasp as I let my face go slack and my eyes grow wide. “Where am I? How did I get here?”Angelica slowly changes her own demeanor to match my own, her feline grin softening into something sweeter and less toxic. “Oh you poor sweet dear,” she coos as she takes my arm to gently guide me back towards my room. “Do you not remember where you are? You are home of course.”“Home,” I continue to pretend.  “Of course, this must be home because you are here.”“That’s right,” her smile grows larger. “I’m here to take care of you.”I let her tuck me into bed, pulling the covers up to my ch

[Jude] Bright and sunny with a touch of wind, it is a perfect day to sail back to LA. Maybe if I have enough time, I can get in a nice surf before heading home. Cordelia has been a bigger challenge than I expected her to be. It seems that the only way I can keep her under control is by using a combination of drugs and hypnosis. It is a good thing we aren’t trying to save the health of her child because, with the number of narcotics we have been pumping into her system, there are likely to be some unfortunate side effects. We may even be doing her a favor by ending its life when we harvest her uterus. This last time Angelica had to tie her down to the bed. Only then were we able to administer the drug to put her in another medicinal coma until we were ready for the procedure. We aren’t trying to kill her–Angelica wants her alive to know the pain she caused us by experiencing it firsthand. “Death would be too good for her,” she told me the last time we spoke about it. I only care a

[Cordelia]Jude disappeared inside the building, holding my sister in his arms like a child in need of care. What is the real nature of their relationship? I she his willing accomplice, or has she been brainwashed and trapped here just as much as I have been?Is my sister still in there, waiting to be saved? And all that nonsense she was rambling about us not being real sisters, about how Jude must be wrong. It is all so confusing. I need to find help. I can't leave her here, but I also don't want to stay. Jude is a madman. Not only do his experiments sound like something out of a bad science fiction movie, but they also involve the death of me and my child. I will never forget the sight of body parts floating in jars. But I don't have time to think about any of this. I have to protect my child. And I cannot protect my child, or myself if Jude comes back out to collect me next. It takes me a moment to get to my feet, but I manage. I'm not wearing shoes or socks, so every rock of t