Novel & Cerita Marie Lu Novels

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Hello my dear readers, thank you so much for reading “Billionaire Substitute Bride”. Thank you for your support and patience. I’m here to inform you that this is the end of book 1. The story will continue in book 2. Book 2 entails all your unanswered questions in book 1, like; is Noah really dead? How far is Maria willing to go to achieve her revenge? Maria’s real identity, Mia’s real identity, as well as, Noah’s real identity.

Why the lecturer had insisted she hand over her fifty pages of research in person when she could have sent it via email, the mafia princess had no idea. She was surprised to see Sinclair and Louise waiting for her as she stepped out of her car, raising her brow in a question, she waited for one of them to speak. "What? We miss you." It was Louise who answered first. "The lockdown was shitty. I was sent home to our estate. I just got back this morning." She hooked her arm on Dinara's elbow. Sinclair giggled, hugging her side. "Well, I was a good girl so I remained at the townhouse with my little prince but I was not allowed to get out without tails following me."

Marie had always worked for Isabella but was dismissed from her post to work for Luna Ava a few weeks after which Lucy was brought to the Royal residence. They have always stayed together in a room after working hours and soon became fond of each other. Though at first, they never really exchanged words not until Marie got into trouble with a guard during working hours. At that time, she mistakenly poured a bucket of water containing the dung of horses she packed on a werewolf guard. She was scolded and slapped numerous times until Lucy yelled with a high-pitched sound at the werewolf with a slightly aggressive stance.

My fist clenched hard till my hands were vibrating. “Yo, Lu. Are you okay?” Jose asked, noticing me. I was boiling. “Lu?” I slid the book, with the last page open, to him and tossed the three old photographs on the book. “What is it?” Mariella asked, going closer to Jose to take a look. There was no need to speak. It was better for Jose to see it for himself.

But what? Before leaving the Marie Palace, Olivier revealed to me that my grandmother, during her captivity in the dungeon of the Royal Palace of Edios, had written a journal. It recorded all the torments Harlan V had inflicted on her until her death, down to the smallest detail. Nothing was omitted. Only the De Guignes family knew about this book, which was the only thing that reminded them of Marie. Even my father was not aware of its existence. Harlan VI and my mother had decided to have her diary published under another name to keep it secret. When I heard the title, I realized that I had heard about it before, especially from Angela and the conversations of passers-by in Ashton. It was

“Then teach me how to control it. Don’t keep locking me away like some kind of secret. I’m not a prisoner, Lucas.” Lucas’s expression softened. “No, you’re not. You’re a flame and flames, when they’re not careful, burn everything around them. I’m just trying to make sure you burn only what’s necessary.” She exhaled sharply, crossing her arms. “That’s not fair.” Before Lucas could respond, the door creaked again, and Marie stepped back into the cabin holding a bowl of warm herbs and cloth strips. Her face was pale, her eyes puffy from crying, but her voice was steady.

From the moment they landed to their arrival at the venue, he was always around her side. Curious. She had always wanted to meet the woman Raphael Sterling had deemed worthy of marriage. Raphael merely smiled faintly, offering no further explanation. Lydia tilted her head but didn’t push. "Well, when my husband arrives in Paris next week, you should bring your wife to dinner with us." "Alright." The hammer fell once, twice—and at last, the star of the night emerged. A pair of 18th-century Girandole earrings, their double-tiered, teardrop silhouette glimmering under the auction lights.

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