Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125 

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Chapter 125 

[Cordelia] 

*Just show me,” This is all so exhausting, trying to guess what it is they aren’t telling me. “What are all of you hiding.” 

Atlas opens his phone. 

Splashed on every media outlet is an official interview with Sydney Bryant, recently released from prison and returned to her native Canada. The first thing she did, as soon as she was safe on Canadian soil, was tear apart the Greyson family, and with them, Atlas Steele. 

In a one–hour face–to–face interview, she disclosed every “sin” of the two companies, including my parent’s involvement with the illegal dumping of chemicals and using my name to cover it up. “She was definitely involved,” Sydney confesses in her expose. “I was the one who found it and brought it to Atlas‘ attention, 

When asked about her drug and attempted murder charges she laughed them off calling them a “huge misunderstanding,” and going further by saying that Atlas‘ lawyer helped her reduce the charges because Mr. Steele knew she had been “wrongfully accused.” 

“None of this is true,” I look to Atlas. He looks away. “Please tell me that after everything you didn’t send your lawyer to help her out?” 

“It was a business deal, Atlas doesn’t bother to deny it. “In exchange for re–opening talks between our two companies, I needed to help Sydney out of prison,” he bows his head, placing his hands on his face. “I had no idea she was going to do this. I promise Cordelia, I wouldn’t have helped had I known.” 

“It gets worse,” Clark warns me. “Much worse.” 

“Cordelia Greyson,” she spits my last name as if it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, “Not only helped her family hide their environmental sins, she used that money to start her new line, which she didn’t even design! Sydney huffs, disgruntled. “She copied the line I had been designing and I have all the original sketches to prove it.” 

She holds up one of my sketches. 

“How did she even get that?” I shout at his phone as I watch, “That sketch burned in the fire!” 

“And she was still in jail when the fire happened,” Clark confirmed. “That was my first thought, that maybe this was all a big setup from then, but no, she has an alibi.” 

“Why do I have a feeling this isn’t the worst of it?” I want to hide my head under a pillow. It is already so bad I’m not sure how we are ever going to live this down. 

“Because you’re smart,” Clark answers. “Here’s the part that is missing.” 

He pulls up a file on his phone. It contains page after page of headlines. 

They read everything from “Atlas‘ Dirty Little Secret” to “Which Steele’s the Daddy” to “Atlas‘ Child–Bride Homewrecker” and finally, “Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele: How Cordelia Greyson stole her sister’s fiance while pregnant by his brother.” 

“Oh God,” I gasp, setting his phone down after I started flipping through the attached photos. Pictures of 

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Clark and Tilly on the beach making out under the stars Pictures of Atlas kissing me in the bridal salon and of the two of us alone in his house. 

I hadn’t realized the window was open while we made love. 

“Somebody has been surveilling our whole family,” Clark explains. “I’m not sure who it is, but whoever is doing it, they are either using some deep fake tech, or they are using a rig similar to what I do for photoshoots, only they are using theirs for blackmall 

“Blackmail?” I am so confused. “But the worst of things is already out there.”