Novel & Cerita Nash Hawthorne

Standing up, David turns to walk away, leaving her alone to gather her thoughts. Nora finds herself alone in the confines of her small bedroom, her gaze fixed upon the walls as her mind drifts into the memories of the Nashville brothers. Despite their undeniable handsomeness and the allure of their dreamlike qualities, she struggles to fully believe that she will soon be wedded to one of them. The stark contrast between their privileged upbringing as the wealthy children of David Nashville and her own humble origins as the daughter of a gardener weighs heavily on her.

Hawthorne will be the death of me. I groaned in annoyance. So frustrating.

An older man accompanied them, dignified, his presence commanding quiet respect. I recognized him instantly—the first to greet Adrian upon his arrival earlier in the night. Nathan turned toward them, expression polite and alert. “Uncle,” he greeted. Then, to the others, “This is Frederick Hawthorne and his daughter, Vivian Hawthorne.” The name settled heavily in my mind. Hawthorne. One of the leading elite families in the circle—old money, deep influence, impeccable reputation. Frederick Hawthorne extended his arm toward me, and I took it with a courteous smile, allowing him to place a light kiss on my knuckles.

All thanks to Lincoln and Daniel. She shudders at the thought. Lincoln is hiding his mother’s murderer. How can anyone live with that guilt is beyond her. Did he sell his soul to the devil? Halsey slowly comes out of the bathroom and finds Nathan sitting near the fireplace, going through some papers. He has already freshened up and is wearing a loose white t-shirt with denim jeans. For a moment, she stands there, appreciating the sight of him. His hair is a little damp and brushed back. The years have given him a more matured, chiseled look which is enticing. Halsey finds herself ogling at him.

Chapter 36 -INDIGO- "That Henry is really Henry Hawthorne, CEO of the Hawthorne industries, one of the biggest companies in the entire world." Matilda says and my jaw drops. The same guy that acts like a child and pouts every second of the day? He's the CEO of Hawthorne industries. A company that's almost as successful as this one, maybe even more.

Nathaniel’s Obsession Rosalyn woke up early the next morning to find herself resting on Nathaniel’s chest. She didn’t intend to sleep for that long, but it turns out she was just still very comfortable in his arms. Nathaniel was still asleep. She watched how his lashes fanned his cheekbones. She had noticed how attractive he was when he wasn’t keeping a scowl on his face. She instinctively placed a small kiss on his lips before she made her way out of bed and into the bathroom. She took a quick shower and brushed her teeth before she made her way to the fridge. She had no food. She only had some stale bread on the counter and nothing else. She would finally have to go grocery shopping today.

With a face cloaked in anger, Dr. Lawson walked briskly behind Theodore, who led the way. They left the bustling city life behind, entering the area ruled by Mr. Hawthorne. Only a few people were granted permission to step into this realm filled with an aura of darkness. Imprisoning individuals privately and establishing his own prison was an act against the law, but Mr. Hawthorne didn’t care. His land remained a holding place for those who had crossed the boundaries he set. This was how he delivered punishment to those he deemed deserving.

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”