Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Millionaire's Bride : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Ian Ian focused on the patch of road illuminated by his headlights. There were only a few more minutes left until he’d see Sara again. Ian tried to tell himself he could be patient just as his foot fell heavier on the accelerator. He was bounding up the quiet road leading to Mr. Garrison’s old house when the light leading him shone on an old car parked by the mailbox at the end of the long driveway. Ian knew something was wrong as he gunned it for the car, desperate to get a closer look. No, he couldn’t see a reason for a car to be parked at the end of the driveway, other than the need for stealth. They must have followed Brian here earlier. Ian jerked the wheel to race up the winding gravel road. Jake’s truck revved deep as Ian bounced over the rutted-out lane. Ian had to believe he wasn’t too late. The consequences of even the slightest delay were unbearable. Blood pumped hard through his veins, spurring him on, begging him to run to her. He called Jake, ready to summon the g

Ian Ian parked the truck and killed the engine. He didn’t rush to get out. Sara unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted across the seat of the truck. The cab light cast a blinding brightness on her face, and his attention was glued to her smile. She wrapped her hands around his upper arm and rested her head on his shoulder. He didn’t speak. He kissed the top of her head as the light dimmed, and tapped his finger on the top of her hand three times. She tapped back once. She always tapped once, letting him know she was okay. Ian whispered into her hair, “We don’t have to go in if you’re not ready.” Sara nuzzled closer. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while. I think you might be the one with reservations.” A month ago, he would’ve dragged his feet into Rusty’s to meet his friends for one of their big revelation get-togethers. Now, things were different. He was different, and Sara was beside him. “I’m ready,” Ian said. “We’re finally celebrating something I had a part in—someth

They have unfinished business. She just can’t remember what it is.Camille Vanderbilt is headed back home to Wyoming with one goal: find her old best friend and give him a piece of her mind for ghosting her six years ago. She won’t let anyone stand in her way… until a deer runs into the road and causes her to wreck and forget almost everything.Noah Harding lives a simple life as a firefighter and rancher until Camille crashes back into his life. When a call at the fire station sends him to save his old best friend’s life, he thinks he might get a second chance until her influential stepdad gives a reminder that his old threats still stand.When Camille runs into Noah in town, she knows he’s important to her, but her memories are still fuzzy.Noah is hesitant to get close to her when it means having to sacrifice everything to be with her.She thinks it’s a new beginning, but he knows it shouldn’t have ever ended.When the threats are carried out, who will be left hurting at Blackwater

NOAHNoah squared his shoulders toward Camille’s stepdad. Their last meeting had kicked off the worst period of Noah’s life—the years he’d been forced to spend without Camille. Nathan Vanderbilt might hold all the cards, but Noah would never cower to another man. With as much calm as he could muster, Noah extended his hand in greeting. “Mr. Vanderbilt.”Nathan’s gaze hadn’t left Noah’s, but his fist remained clenched at his side. A scowl painted the older man’s face, but it was subtle. A Vanderbilt never truly showed his temper.Bonnie released Noah’s other hand and ran to her husband. “Oh, Nathan.” She sobbed onto his chest. “She’s in there, and she looked—”“Yes,” Nathan interrupted his wife. He spoke to her, but his focus was still trained on Noah. “Why don’t you have a seat in the waiting room? I’ll be right there.”Bonnie wasn’t a pushover, but she liked to keep the peace, and she wasn’t oblivious to the tension between her husband and Noah.He retracted his waiting hand and cros

NOAHSix Months LaterNoah’s phone dinged as he stepped through the door of Sticky Sweets Bakery. He scrambled to pull the phone from his pocket. He knew it was Jenny. Her morning updates about Camille’s recovery were like clockwork, and he lived for those bits of information. If he couldn’t be there with Camille himself, hearing from Jenny that Camille was doing well was the next best thing.Jenny: Our girl is good. Starting back to work this morning.Someone shoved his shoulder, and he turned to see Lucas following him. Most of their crew members stopped by Sticky Sweets for coffee before the grind of the shift. The owner, Tracy, was a good friend of his mom, and she always threw in a cream cheese Danish for him if she was working the register. Those treats were certainly worth the extra hours in the gym.Lucas pointed toward the growing line. “Migrate, man. We got somewhere to be.” Their shift didn’t start for another hour, but they all liked to arrive early. He leaned in closer an