Nora Roberts Lost Bride Trilogy Book 2 Novels & Stories

"That night, it should have been you. I thought you would rage, curse, and wait for me to come back. I never imagined that…" He looked up at Brad. "I'll give Tricia back to you. I'll give everything back. Just give Charlene back to me. Let's redo the bride heist, okay?" I smiled faintly. "Nicholas, the bride heist isn't child's play. In our village, if the wrong bride gets taken, that's fate. Heaven willed me to leave with Brad, so that's what I did." I took a step back and returned to Brad's side.

In fact, Nora thought that some of them looked like people that she had seen that day, and she felt some residual embarrassment wash over her when her eyes met with those of these people, but no one seemed to remember her, relate her to that event or even care, so in the end, she relaxed ever so slightly. She couldn’t help but notice how tense Austin looked. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but it was obvious to anyone with a working eye that he wasn’t the happiest of grooms. Christina on the other hand, was as bright and radiant as a bride should be, and Nora felt a huge twinge of unaccustomed envy as she watched the other woman. Since when did she begin to wish that she could also

Robert explained, looking at me with a hint of disdain. I felt a surge of anger and hurt wash over me. How dare he insult my background and try to buy me off like some kind of commodity. "I'm sorry, but I won't accept any money to end my marriage. Alex and I love each other, and we'll work through any problems we have," I said firmly, standing up. Robert raised an eyebrow. "Very well. I'll relay the message to Mr. Grey Sr. However, I must warn you that he will not take kindly to your refusal," he said, getting up to leave.

She sat on the bed, feeling a little lonely now that they were gone. She took a deep breath and tried to relax, telling herself that everything would be okay. But she couldn't help but feel a little worried about Aiden. Nora's mind flashed to the financial records. She stood up from her bed and walked to her drawer, as she began to search for the extra copies she had made from the snapshots. They were gone, and Nora was so sure she had placed them in the drawer. She decided still, to check other places and after scattering her room for close to two hours, she still found nothing.

If only Natalie would take her calls or at least get back to Florida then maybe they could do this together, she already lost Rafael, she couldn't lose what her grandma left for her too, no, she will fight Rafael for it, there has to be a way, she tried Natalie’s line a couple of times more but still not reachable, she gave up and just sat there staring at nothing in particular, she couldn’t even pinpoint her emotions in the moment, it went between anger and sadness, anger at herself and her twin, for being so stupid, anger at Rafael for being such an evil man and sadness because at the end of the day, she lost more, and she would still lose more if she is not able to get the land back. She

Chapter 52: Interruptions As I stood at the entrance of the aisle, my heart fluttered with nervous anticipation. My mother, her arm linked with mine, guided me forward, her reassuring presence grounding me amidst the whirlwind of emotions. A soft music began to fill the air, signaling the start of my walk down the aisle. As I walked, I stole a glance at Gabby, radiant in her wedding gown, being escorted by her father. Seeing her by my side eased the knots of anxiety in my stomach, her smile offering me solace and strength.

My gaze drifted past the edge of the bed and landed on the shredded fabric scattered across the floor. That had been the couture gown for which I had flown to Seine to finalize every detail over the course of two years. It embodied every fantasy I'd ever had about our ten-year relationship. Now, it lay in pieces across the carpet. I threw back the covers and got out of bed. My bare feet hit the cold floor. On the nightstand sat a glass. A thin layer of milk still clung to the bottom. Two hours ago, Trevor had handed me that glass and watched me drink.

Penelope Monroe I had decided to hold my second meeting with a prospective bride in an environment I knew he'd like. This time, I was playing my own psychological tricks on him. I had studied my client meticulously, and now, I was giving him exactly what he wanted. Because no matter how much I tried to deny it, something was happening between us, something I couldn't afford to let spiral out of control. I needed to find him someone, fast. I needed to end this torturous back and forth before I did something really stupid.

“I, Elena Brook , take you, Adrian Cross, to be my lawful married husband. For better or worse, in poverty and in riches… I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I had heard those words during my brother’s wedding. Those vows, promises, those happy moments, the butterflies that usually fly in everyone’s belly. I had imagined myself saying those words one day. Now hearing them spoken to someone else entirely…it felt like a stab in my chest. And the only thing I knew was no one else but my beloved Man, My fiance was getting married but the bride isn’t me. I could hear my ears ringing. My chest tightened painfully like I was wrapped in someone’s hand and I was being squeezed. I raised my head up to l

“I saw you two together in his office. I found out a while ago. I saw how he touched you, how you looked at him.” Nora buried her face in her hands, a sob escaping her fingers. She began to rock back and forth—a clear sign of a nervous breakdown. “No… no… you don’t understand…” she sobbed. “And I know something even more painful,” I added, feeling a pang of genuine compassion despite my mission. “I know you were pregnant. And I know you lost the baby in that crash.” The silence that followed was devastating. Nora stopped rocking. She went rigid, her face bathed in tears, staring into the void. Her pain was almost physical, filling every inch of the room. It was the grief of a nameless loss,