Nora Roberts Lost Bride Series Novels & Stories

Everything kept falling apart as the day slowly passed by. "I understand. You must hate it here too. I was also forced into a marriage with Dante's father. Except my case was different, my family was Indebted to Roberto so I had no choice but to marry him. Funny how I was abused by Roberto too. He hated my guts." Luciana said, I gazed at her, amused by her confidence. How was she so calm about all of this? How could she say this with a smile on her face? She had gone through so much yet she managed to act so confident about it.

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

Clara finally released her hand. Nora stood in front of the door for a few seconds. The sounds coming from inside the room made her heart beat faster. Without realizing it, her hand tightened around the cane. The moment she looked through the gap in the door, her body froze. Javier was there. Entangled with another woman, both of them naked, with a face she had not forgotten since the first time they met. Before the accident took away her sight. Catherine Beaumont. Moans mingled with the rhythm of their movements as they gave in to their desire for each other. That bed was where Nora had trusted Javier for years. The same place where the man had held her every night, telling her that Nora wa

Pale, transparent… and wearing veils. I knew their names before they spoke them. Margaret. Eleanor. Ruth. Helen. Celia. Joan. The lost brides. Each wearing a variation of the same dress—ivory, time-worn, tattered at the hems. They did not look at me directly. They watched the fire. And then… one by one… they stepped in. With grace that no longer belonged to the living, they entered the flames. And they began to dance. Around me. With me.

Apart from the substantial wealth left by Harriet's mother, their only hope lay in the marriage alliance with the Carlson family. Unfortunately, the bridegroom was Delbert, the least favored son of the Carlson family. Thus, Clifton was not keen on marrying off his youngest daughter, Nora, who still held some value for him. Nora came up with a brilliant plan to have her foolish sister marry Delbert in her place. Now under the expectant gazes of the three, Harriet blinked, grinned, and clapped her hands to sing. "Incy-wincy spider climbed up the water spout..."

Everyone in Gleaston knew how hopelessly in love Ariana Torrey was with Brian Lodge. She loved him to the extent of abandoning all of her pride and principles. On the day they were supposed to get married, Brian left Ariana behind and drove their bridal car to the airport to pick up Evelyn Granger, the person he truly loved, with just a word from the latter. The wedding Ariana had hoped for after waiting for at least three years turned into a nightmare that would scar her forever.

Rose screamed angrily. “I didn't go missing on my wedding day. Felix gave me a huge amount of money to leave. You, Benita James, were his real bride from the start. The name on the marriage registration is Benita James, not Rose Fred. The only reason the media and the world think I'm his bride is because of his grandmother. Felix wasn't just fooling the media; he was fooling you alongside his grandmother!”

You're just a hopeless loser. Desmond clenched his fist, his teeth grinding with his shoulders broadening."Nora wait, your brother is the author of the confusion we're having, he blurted out. "Do you our marriage is fake?" Desmond asked her. Nora turned to look at Ryan and she returned her gaze to Desmond. "What did you just say? Our marriage is fake?, I don't get it. How?

Another step. "...Brandon wins." I froze. "Rosalie wins." Another step. "The people who stole your happiness win." I couldn't breathe properly. Damien's gaze never left mine. "And what do you do?" His voice sharpened slightly. "You make their lives easier." Tears rolled silently down my face. "I have nothing left," I whispered. His answer came instantly. "You still have yourself." I shook my head. "No." "Yes." "My baby is gone." "I know." "My marriage is over."

Ashley sobbed as the pain in her chest grew with every word. Marriage with Caleb had been nothing short of a nightmare for the past three years. She had done everything she could to win his love, yet he had never once looked at her. And now, what was her reward? Divorce papers and an unborn child who might never know its father? How could he be so heartless?