Novel & Cerita Nora Roberts Lost Bride Series

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.

Six carats was simply because Mabel liked that number for good luck, Lana sure knew how to flatter herself. Just as I was about to explain, a gentle female voice came from the back of the wedding car. "Cruz, is something wrong?" I immediately opened the back door, took the hand of Mabel, who was wearing a wedding dress. I smiled. "Nothing, I just ran into a lunatic. Come on, Darling. It's almost time. Everyone's waiting for us inside!"

“So… this is where you two first met?” Elena nodded slowly and closed her eyes. The sunlight cast a soft glow on her delicate face, painting her features with a quiet sadness. “Back then,” she said, her lips trembling, “he told me, ‘Elena, when we grow up, I want you to be my bride.’” Her voice broke, and when she opened her eyes again, tears had already begun streaming down her cheeks. Stephan clenched his fists. “Unbelievable. Even as a kid, Damien knew how to charm girls—and you actually believed him?”

Hoping this nightmare could be undone. No one came. The pastor’s voice pulled me back. “Nara, do you take Jared Wilson to be your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, in wealth and in penury, till death do you both part?” I blinked back the sting of tears. I forced my lips into a mild smile. “I do,” I whispered. A collective sigh of relief seemed to ripple through the crowd. The pastor nodded solemnly. “You may now kiss the bride.” Jared leaned in. Our lips met. It was quick, polite, a formal kiss. Nothing more. My stomach churned, but I held myself upright. My heart still a battlefield, but my body played the part.

Loretta gave her a Cheshire grin. “Now you cannot back out. He would be impatiently waiting for you. Anyway, I have other work to take care of. I’ve found a prospective bride for Robert. She’s a civil engineer as well, and they both can discuss buildings all their lives,” said Loretta with a giggle.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

Nicholas "Nora Smith and Marya Sanders are the same person," I whispered, the reality of the matter sinking in while my body unfroze. Instead, my fingers began shaking as waves of shock ran through me with such uncontrollable intensity. "And she is no doubt using her stepson to eliminate Eliana. She is behind it all," Allan added, while my eyes remained glued on the impostor my brother had married. How was he going to deal with it? How would he survive such a fucking painful revelation? I could relate given what Brittany did to me, but while I was young and stupid, Rob was mature and in love with Nora.

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My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

May your love last forever, and may you never have kids! Lydia's face drained of color, and she instinctively ducked behind Ashton. Recognizing Noelle, Ashton's irritation flared "What nonsense are you spouting? Macie and I are divorced, and Lydia's no homewrecker!" Noelle let out a mocking laugh. "You're the poster child for wanting it all, aren't you? Clinging to your ex-wife while planning a wedding with someone else, and all the while telling Macie to hang on for a second chance with you. Have you got any clue how much she's suffered these last few days?"