The evening has shifted from shadows to candlelight, from silence to unspoken truths. Cassian and Amara’s hearts have drawn closer, but love born in a house of secrets is never safe. Tonight feels tender… but in the world of the Drevane family, tenderness can be the most dangerous thing of all. The evening so far has been soft—too soft. Do you feel it too? The storm is coming.
Dear Readers,We have reached the end of the first series of The Proxy Bride. Thank you for walking with Amara through every heartbreak, every secret, every haunting choice. But her story is far from over. A darker, more dangerous path awaits her in the continuation.Here’s a glimpse of what lies ahead in The Proxy Bride: Legacy of Lies:Amara finally surrenders to her feelings and confesses her love to Cassian… only for him to deny her with icy finality and serve her divorce papers. But why would he do this? What is Cassian hiding, and who is he protecting — or betraying?The Drevane grandfather’s rage burns hotter than ever as Amara’s divorce threatens to upend his carefully woven plans. Why does her freedom matter so much to him? Could it be tied to his true identity, long cloaked in shadow?Meanwhile, whispers grow louder: Is Lyra secretly working for the Drevane patriarch, or is she playing her own secret game? Thierry guards a mysterious book that holds the truth of the library
The corridors of the main Drevane mansion had grown quiet as night settled over its vast halls. Every polished surface, every flickering candle, seemed to hum with secrets, as if the house itself were alive—watching, waiting.Lyra moved swiftly, her steps silent, carrying herself with the precision and authority that had earned Cassian’s unwavering trust. She was his confidante, his shadow, and yet she carried the knowledge of secrets that could topple empires if revealed. Her mission tonight was delicate: to meet the patriarch of the Drevane family in his private study.The study’s massive doors loomed ahead, dark and imposing, their carved family crest catching the firelight. Lyra pressed the cold brass handle and slipped inside. The air within smelled of aged leather and faint traces of incense, a scent that seemed almost to guard the room’s secrets.Inside, the Drevane grandfather sat behind a massive mahogany desk, his eyes sharp and unyielding, yet weighed with the knowledge of
Days slipped by with a strange heaviness, each one sinking Amara deeper into a feeling she could no longer ignore. What was once called her “two months break” now seemed less like freedom and more like a looming threat. Every tick of the clock, every shadow cast by the Orada Sea at night, whispered the same warning—her time here was ending.And yet, in those fading days, something had changed. Something had bloomed.Cassian’s presence had become a constant in her world, not loud or obvious, but steady—always there, always shadowing her. Their feelings grew quietly, without confession, but in ways that could no longer be hidden. Subtle glances lingered longer than they should. When she spoke, he listened more than she expected. When he moved near her, her pulse betrayed her. It was love, speaking not in words but in silence, in glances, in restrained breaths.Even Lyra noticed.Whenever she joined them in the car on their way to Drevane Holdings, her calm professionalism often carried
Night pressed heavy against the windows, the Orada Sea humming its endless, mournful song. Amara paced her chamber, candlelight throwing restless shadows across the walls.Her gown swirled around her ankles as she whispered to herself, words half-mad, half-desperate.“I don’t feel anything for him,” she told the silence, her voice breaking as if she needed the walls to believe her. “Cassian means nothing to me. Nothing at all.”Her heart betrayed her, racing wildly at the mere mention of his name.She pressed trembling fingers to her temples and walked faster, as though movement could drown out memory—the restaurant’s golden glow, his rare laughter, his hand brushing away her tears.“It isn’t real,” she whispered sharply, her reflection in the mirror mocking her denial. “This is nothing but circumstance. A lie. I cannot feel anything for him.”The silence thickened. Amara’s steps faltered.And then—“Forgive me, Madame,” a soft voice came from the doorway.Amara spun, nearly choking o
The evening has shifted from shadows to candlelight, from silence to unspoken truths. Cassian and Amara’s hearts have drawn closer, but love born in a house of secrets is never safe. Tonight feels tender… but in the world of the Drevane family, tenderness can be the most dangerous thing of all. The evening so far has been soft—too soft. Do you feel it too? The storm is coming.
The sun had already sunk behind the jagged horizon, and the Orada Sea whispered against the rocks like a lullaby for restless souls. Amara sat in her room, her mind entangled in thoughts of Cassian, Julien, and all the secrets that hung in the Drevane halls like heavy cobwebs. She did not expect the knock that came against her chamber door.When she opened it, Cassian stood there, tall, unreadable as ever, the lamplight catching the sharp lines of his face. His dark suit clung to his frame with the kind of elegance that seemed effortless.“Do you want to go out… for dinner?” His voice was smooth, low, yet there was an unfamiliar softness in it.Amara blinked, unsure if she had heard right. “Dinner? With you?”One corner of his lips twitched, almost a smile, but not quite. “Yes. Unless you prefer the silence of your room.”Her heart skipped, then stumbled. “I’ll get ready.”The Restaurant of Shadows and LightThe car ride was quiet, but the silence no longer felt heavy; instead, it shi