Nora Roberts Lost Bride Trilogy Book 2 Novelas e Histórias

I stood up, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and looked at the pile of fabric I had brought with me. I had to get to work. I had to find a way to pay Mrs. Gable next week. I had to build a fortress out of thread and needles. Because the "Contract Bride" was dead, and the woman who replaced her had a son to protect. Adrian Wolfe could have his merger. He could have his Serena. He could have the whole world. I only wanted this twelve-foot box and the secret beating inside me. I picked up my shears, the steel cold and famili

⸻ She quietly opened the balcony doors. Rain immediately soaked her white wedding dress. Far below… A forest stretched toward the mountains. Dark. Silent. Endless. Taking one final look at the mansion… Seraphina climbed over the balcony railing. And disappeared into the storm. ⸻ At that exact moment… Downstairs… Nico’s phone rang. He answered immediately. His face turned pale. He looked toward Alessio. “Boss…” His voice was unusually tense. “The bride…” He swallowed hard. “…is gone.”

I had hired Nora because she was unshakable under pressure, so seeing her like this instantly set off alarm bells in my mind. “What’s it?” I asked, surprised at how steady my voice sounded, even as dread began to stir in my chest. I’d worked tirelessly over the past three months to make sure this party was perfect. “The bride is missing,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one could hear. I stared at her, feeling a cold wave of shock rippled through me. My heart skipped a beat, and my stomach twisted. “What do you mean, the bride is missing? This is her engagement party,” I hissed, keeping my voice low but sharp. Nora shook her head, her face pale as she looked back at

“Alright, Miss Christine. We’ll arrange for a funeral vehicle to be at the Empire State Building tomorrow.” “Thank you.” After ending the call, I cleaned the entire house. Then, I took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and lay down in bed. That night, I had an unexpectedly beautiful dream. I dreamed that eight years ago, my mother had never died, Vincent had never gone to prison, and I had married him. Every winter after that, Vincent and I traveled together to the Alps, Norway, and Iceland.

Henry's love for his daughter surpasses any obstacles or restrictions imposed upon him, and nothing will prevent him from being there when she needs him the most. Nora's heartache consumes her as she sits alone on the floor of her room, her bridal attire flowing around her. The once joyous and hopeful bride is now enveloped in sorrow, her tears falling freely, dampening the delicate fabric of her wedding gown. Thoughts of Terry's accident replay in her mind, intensifying her anguish.

Lorrie murmured, staring at the floor. "But storms never last forever." Lorrie closed the book with a soft sigh, looking up. "Nonna Rosa... I don't even understand why he choose me. He could have married literally anyone to secure his timeline. A billionaire's daughter, a politician's niece... someone who actually understands his world." Rosa remained quiet for a long, heavy moment, a look of profound sorrow passing through her eyes before she replaced it with a gentle smile. "Perhaps he could have. But he married you, Lorrie."

The cries that tore from her throat were different from anything she had let out before, raw, deep, and hollowing cries that came from places she didn’t even know existed inside her. Vera didn’t know where to go. She didn’t know who to trust, what to do. She forced herself to stand, trembling, her hands on her hips as she faced the ruined monument of what had once been her home. The place she and Charles had planned to settle, the home she had poured seventy percent of the payment into, the space she had dreamed of calling hers forever—it now mocked her. Every corner, every familiar object was a reminder of what she had lost and of the people who had abandoned her.

“It’s a two-parter. Do you have a minute? I don’t want to interrupt your summer of debauchery. I hope you’ve been using those contraceptive drafts Mom made for you.” My cheeks burn at the memory of Mom’s lengthy, totally unnecessary monologue about the uses of the tonics. “What’s up, Brie?” I manage to choke out. “Well, Nora found her mate! I wasn’t sure anyone told you, seeing as you’ve been in Veiled Valley and haven’t been back since Blake and Marianna’s wedding.” I sink onto the edge of the dock, letting my legs dangle over the water.

Cassie stared at me for a long moment without speaking. Then the corner of her mouth curved up in a strange half smile that did not look friendly. “Okay,” she said softly. “I hear you.” She picked up her designer bag from the armchair where she had dropped it earlier. “I hope you survive this marriage, Nara. I really do.” The words sounded almost gentle but they carried a heavy warning underneath. She turned and walked out of the sitting room. Her heels clicked loudly against the floor all the way down the hallway to the front door… A few seconds later the big door closed behind her with a solid sound.

"Something came up and he had to leave. I just escorted him. We will resume our marriage talks later." "I see…" Nora couldn't hide her disappointment. She came after hearing that Drake is gone, in order to retrieve her panties, but with Marcy here, she can't do it. Nora eyed Marcy who was still in her robe and nightgown. "I guess you will dress up for breakfast. I will see you there." Marcy looked after Nora's retreating back and fumed. 'You will pay for this, bitch!' Marcy gritted her teeth while coming up with various scenarios to make Nora suffer.