All Chapters of THE PROXY BRIDE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The restaurant was quieter now, the late afternoon sun slanting through the windows and painting the table in amber light. Between Amara and Clarisse hung a silence so heavy it seemed to bend the air. Clarisse’s hand was frozen around her glass, her lips parted as if words had been snatched from her. The name Amara had spoken — Julien Morel — lingered like smoke, impossible to clear.Amara shifted in her seat, unease knotting her stomach. She had never seen Clarisse like this before — still, shaken, her eyes wide as though she had glimpsed a ghost.“Clarisse…” Amara’s voice was soft, uncertain, “did I say something wrong?”Clarisse blinked, breaking from her trance. She forced a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Non, non… it’s just—” She stopped herself, breath catching. Her fingers tightened around the glass until her knuckles whitened.The silence pressed in again, the kind that spoke louder than words.Amara leaned forward, her voice quieter now, vulnerable. “I… I don’t

The restaurant had quieted since their plates had been cleared, the candle on their table burning low, its flame bending softly whenever the door opened to let in the night air. Yet within that fragile circle of light, Amara and Clarisse sat as though the rest of the world had slipped away, leaving only their voices and the silences that pressed between them.Amara leaned forward, her hands resting lightly on the edge of the table, her gaze steady though her chest felt tight. “Clarisse,” she whispered, her voice barely more than breath, “if you know anything else… anything at all about what happened to Zephyrine, or about Julien, you must tell me.” Her tone was not demanding, but pleading, an urgent request cloaked in gentleness.Clarisse’s fingers toyed with the stem of her glass. She did not answer at once. Her eyes drifted toward a vase of lilies perched on the counter near their table. The flowers leaned gracefully in their crystal home, their petals soft yet carrying the quiet arr

The words Clarisse had spoken clung to Amara like shadows that refused to leave, pressing against her even when silence filled the air. The restaurant had long emptied, its chatter and clinking glasses replaced by a hollow quiet, yet inside her chest, storms still raged.Suspicion. Fear. Longing. They spun like threads in a tapestry she could no longer untangle.Julien Morel. His name had been so sweet on her tongue only hours ago, spoken as though she were a girl caught in the spell of her first secret crush. His smile had lingered in her mind like a painting bathed in candlelight—gentle, radiant, impossible to ignore. And now… Clarisse’s voice haunted her.Stay away from him.The warning reverberated like an echo trapped in cathedral walls, rising, falling, lingering until it became unbearable.Her heart ached with contradiction. Could the same man whose eyes softened when they met hers, whose presence unsettled her in ways she couldn’t explain, be entwined with a past drenched in t

The tension is only just beginning, my dear readers. What you’ve felt until now is only a whisper of the storm that lies ahead. Secrets will grow darker, the stakes sharper, and every page will carry you deeper into the shadows of the Drevane world.Hold on tight—it’s going to get even more intense from here. 🌹If you’re enjoying the story, don’t forget to like, share, and drop your thoughts in the comments—I absolutely love reading your reactions and theories. Your support means the world and keeps this journey alive. 💌Stay close, because the next chapter will shake things even more…

Amara lay awake in her room, the velvet drapes drawn heavy around her, moonlight slicing through in silvery beams across the polished floor. Sleep had abandoned her entirely. Her mind buzzed, spun with schemes and possibilities, each more outrageous than the last."Two months… two measly months…" she muttered under her breath, tracing the intricate carvings on the armrest beside her bed. "And he wants me gone after that? As if I’m some… some—oh, who even am I to him? A chess piece? A mislaid book on a shelf? A… a cat he will shoo away when it mews too loudly?"Her lips curved into a crooked smile despite herself. "Well, Cassian, we’ll see about that."Her hands drifted to her chin as she stared at the ceiling, plotting. "What if… what if I make him fall in love with me? Deeply, irrevocably… Yes. Let him be consumed. Let love do what contracts cannot. Let it twist him into staying. After all… if love wins, I might just… win too."Her laughter was quiet, teasing herself. "Oh, Amara, you