Nora Roberts Lost Bride Series Novels & Stories

True, the man could be terrifying and would probably do a deep background check on whoever he chose; he would be psychotic enough to do so. He reached for the contract as his Grandfather handed it to him, flipping it to the next page and seeing the terms of the marriage. He only had six months to find a bride and marry her! Also, she would be given a polygraph test along with a pelvic exam from an OBGYN of his choosing in order to qualify! Was his Grandfather insane? There was more to the contract, but all the words started to blur together. Todd was either having a panic attack or he was about to lose it and punch his Grandfather in the face. Either way, he had to get out of there. He stood

I sneered and dug out my wedding certificate. "Nora Christie's my wife! What wedding?" The security guard had a look at the wedding certificate before grumbling impatiently, "Sir, spreading lies is illegal. Ms. Christie's husband has long been missing. Even the court has declared him dead. In the past four years, I only ever saw Ms. Christie and her boyfriend." I snickered. So, the moment I went off the grid four years ago, Nora could not wait to throw herself into the arms of Henry.

The lawyer clapped his hands, “Mr Ashford, Miss Heathrow. By the signage of this document, I can pronounce you a newly wedded couple. I would say kiss the bride if this was under much better— “It’s enough.” Stephan frowned. Annalise nodded as she rose to her feet, “Well it’s a pleasure doing— “Where are you going?” “Home.” “No you’re not.” She turned, “Excuse me?” Stephan also rose to his feet, “You’re married to me. You’re not going back to that house, you’re coming with me.”

My heart pounded as his uncle gave me a small nod, signaling for me to follow. We got to the marriage court and Ryan didn’t look at me once. He just sat there, his face hard as stone, signing the marriage certificate like he was signing a death sentence. “Congratulations,” his uncle said with a tight smile once it was done, trying to sound cheerful. “You’re now husband and wife.” Neither of us said a word. Ryan simply nodded, wheeled himself toward the door, and muttered, “Can we leave now?” His uncle sighed, gave me an apologetic look, and motioned for us to go. We left in separate cars- him in his sleek black SUV with his driver, and me in another vehicle that followed closely behind.

Only the size was two sizes smaller. I had assumed it was simply his miscalculation of my postpartum body. Now I finally understood. The dress I could never fit into had never been meant for me. I closed the folder. "I understand, Ms. Greenfield. I promise you a wedding that no amount of money could ever replace." After smiling and seeing her out, I let out a cold laugh and called my best friend, who worked as a lawyer. "Victor cheated," I said flatly. "I want him out with nothing. When it's done, everything under his name is your legal fee."

“You’ve rumpled and dirtied my clothes.” I straightened immediately. I stood up from the ground, trying to collect what remained of my dignity. My ceremonial dress felt like it was strangling me. I bent down and yanked off my heels one by one, throwing them aside. Killian watched the whole thing, still grinning like this was the most entertainment he’d had in months. Alpha energy radiated from him in waves, making my wolf pace restlessly inside me. “So the bride is making a run for it, huh?” His voice was lazy, teasing. “Don’t want to show how gentlemanly your future mate is?”

Naomi's POV My name is Naomi Bridges and I am twenty-six years old and I have made some questionable decisions in my life. There was the time I dyed my hair red and it came out the color of a traffic cone. There was the time I quit my stable accounting job to freelance and ate instant noodles for three months straight. There was the time I lent my entire savings to my cousin who was going to "definitely pay me back." But standing in the bridal suite of Saint Bridget's Cathedral, still wearing a pinned dress that was slowly losing the battle against my hips, having just legally married a man whose last name I didn't even know...

Both women stepped apart instinctively. The distance between them widened. A bridesmaid appeared around the corner. "There you are!" She smiled brightly. "The planner needs more photos inside." "Coming," Nora answered. The bridesmaid disappeared again without noticing anything unusual. Celine let out a slow breath. "That was close." "We weren't doing anything." "No." She looked at Nora for a long moment. "But I wanted to." Silence settled again. Not filled with desire alone. With grief. For timing. For circumstance. For everything they couldn't change.

He shook his head, “It wouldn’t make you a weak spot. Even Sadie isn’t my weak spot. But you… I can’t lose you.” “So are you just going to let me go? Let me marry someone else.” Brad gripped my hand and squeezed. “No.” He deadpanned. “What are we going to do Brad?” I asked. *** The door threw open and Nora burst in. She looked stunning with her hair up and her professionally done make up. Her satin red dress with an open slit hugged all her curves. She looked more nervous than I did and I was the bride! “Your mother is here. She doesn’t look very happy.”

Filled with perfect hair and eyes colder than the winter, I knew that it was Margot Steele. The caption was succinct in a way that made my mouth go dry: BREAKING: Steele Matriarch Tied to Fraudulent Merger Funds. I exhaled a single profanity into the dark and feel something ugly and ancient lift inside me, stretching, waking. This is bigger than a sister raised by wolves and a brother returned with teeth. This is the hand that set the first fire and taught the arsonists how to breathe smoke.