A Bride's Last Secret
Blurb:
Anna Lancaster was never meant to wear the crown, or the gown.
Born as the illegitimate daughter, the family's shame. She grew up hidden in the shadows, while her half sister Lauren shone as the priced Lancaster jewel, adored, protected, celebrated, destined to marry William Fairchild, the enigmatic heir to a billion dollar empire.
However on the night of her fairytale wedding, the unthinkable happens.
Before she could walk down the aisle, Lauren Lancaster takes her own life.
Her priceless gown drenched in blood, her secrets stitched into every crimson stain.
To bury the scandal and save their empire, the Lancasters forced Anna into the same bloodied dress… and into Lauren's place as William Fairchild's bride. A marriage that was never meant to be hers to a man that despises her very existence.
Inside the gilded walls of the Fairchild mansion. Anna uncovers a world of obsession, betrayal and whispered lies. And she realizes that in this house of secrets, brides don't live happily ever after… they die…
Do you desire to uncover the dark, twisted truths that haunt the Fairchild's walls?
Step inside the Fairchild mansion if you dare…
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Chapter: A Gift For The Dead CHAPTER 13(A Gift For The Dead)Anna stirred, shutting her eyes to the streaks of sunlight streaming into the vast bedroom, Her body heavy with exhaustion, her heart even heavier. The rustle of fabric made her turn around and froze.William stood before the mirror, crisp shirt half-buttoned, cufflinks gleaming in the early light. His movements were precise, mechanical. His face carried not a trace of warmth.She pushed herself upright, her voice tentative. “Good morning.” His eyes flicked to hers in the reflection.. cold, distant.. and then back to the cufflinks. “Is it?” He asked flatly, the words cutting and dismissive.The words hit harder than any silence. He shrugged on his jacket, collected his watch, adjusted his tie with unbending elegance, and without so much as a second glance, strode to the door.The click of it shutting left her hollow.Tears welled before she could stop them. She curled against the sheets, her body shaking as last night's rejection burned afresh with
Last Updated: 2025-09-08
Chapter: William's Rejection CHAPTER 12(William's Rejection)Anna sat at the edge of the bed, her hands folded in her lap, the events of the day replaying like broken glass in her mind. The funeral had been meant to honor her sister's memory, but Margaret's cruelty has shattered it into a spectacle of humiliation.The image of her stepmother's face twisted in rage, the cold, amused curve of Helena's lips, still clawed at her insides.And yet… despite it all… there had been a hand gripping hers when she thought she'd break. Olivia's warmth, Oliver's quiet loyalty, Camille's steady smile. And William… William who had pulled her from the grave, his arm a shield of iron against the storm.A tremor escaped her lips. Gratitude and sorrow warred within her, leaving her drained.She had undressed earlier, slipping into a pale silk nightdress that whipped against her skin. The hour was late.The Fairchild mansion lay hushed except for the occasional groan of wood or distant ticking of a clock. Anna brushed her hair back
Last Updated: 2025-09-08
Chapter: Graves And Leashes CHAPTER 11(Graves And Leashes)The graveyard had not been built for chaos. It should have been a place of whispers, bowed heads, and petals tossed in silence.Instead it had become a stage.William approached closer, and hauled Anna out of the pit with steady ruthless strength. His arm wrapped firm around her wrist, dragging her trembling frame into the open air as the crowd gasped. Her frightened sobs muffled against his hard chest. Dirt streaked her pale cheeks, her dark dress, she looked small and fragile like porcelain dropped on stone. But she was alive in his grip.The noise hadn't yet settled when his gaze snapped to Margaret, whose mouth was still open from the curses she'd hurled at Anna. Her face twisted with fury.The crowd gasped… then shrieked as William's hand turned on Margaret.Before she could react, before Vincent could shield her, William shoved.Margaret screamed, stumbling backward, her heels sinking in the loose soil. Then she tipped forward, collapsing into
Last Updated: 2025-09-08
Chapter: The Grave Meant For Her CHAPTER 10(The Grave Meant For Her)Anna's fingers trembled slightly as she fastened the last button on her black dress. The fabric clung to her frame like a quiet shroud, swallowing her in its solemn weight.She smoothed the skirt over her knees, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Pale skin. Dark hair pulled neatly back. Eyes swollen from a night spent crying and straight into the darkness. She barely recognized herself.She looked like a ghoul.Beneath her, the Fairchild mansion hummed with restrained energy. Servants whispered in hallways, polished shoes clicked across marble, and the low growl of engines outside signaled the waiting fleet of cars.She drew in a breath, turned, and gently left the bedroom, descending the grand staircase.The Fairchilds were already gathered. William stood at the foot of the grand staircase, composed as ever, well tailored black suit cut to perfection, his expression blank. Beside him, Edward spoke quietly into his phone while Katherine adju
Last Updated: 2025-09-08
Chapter: The House With Teeth CHAPTER 9(The House With Teeth)Anna's hands trembled slightly as she slid folded dresses into the cavernous closet. Her new bedroom, which happens to be William Fairchild's bedroom, was larger than her entire room back at the Lancaster estate, yet she felt no comfort in its luxury.The shelves stretched high, lined with polished wood and empty hangers waiting to be filled. She moved methodically.. dress after dress, skirts, stockings, shoes… anything to occupy her mind.She didn't want her thoughts to wander and take depressing paths.Her suitcase emptied too quickly, leaving her staring at the hollow leather case on the bed. Her chest ached. There was no trace of home in this place, no warmth. Only cold order and silence.When the last blouse was placed neatly on the shelf. She stepped back and inspected her work and internally winced.She thought her clothes were way too unpresentable and rag-like to be kept so close to William's finer and more expensive looking clothes.I hope h
Last Updated: 2025-09-08
Chapter: The Vixen In His Chair CHAPTER 8(The Vixen In His Chair)The mahogany table gleamed beneath the low lights, polished so perfectly it could have been a mirror.William sat at the head of it, his presence commanding, without him having to utter a single word. The board members of Fairchild Enterprises… men and women twice his age in tailored suits, shifted uneasily under the sharp edge of his gaze.On the projector, financial figures rolled across the screen.“Real estate demand in the downtown district is rising by twelve percent,” Ryan, his personal assistant, read crisply.“But the competition has doubled. Three firms are aggressively buying out smaller developers.”William leaned back in his chair, dark eyes narrowing. “And yet, none of them have the leverage we do. While they chase scraps, Fairchild Enterprises controls the skyline. The moment they buy a plot, we've already secured the zoning permits next door.”A low murmur of agreement rippled around the table.Ryan, sharp as ever, slid a file towa
Last Updated: 2025-09-08
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