Nora Roberts Lost Bride Trilogy Book 2 Novels & Stories

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

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!"

She liked stuff like that. I had thought this would be a simple wedding. We would show up, watch the ceremony, and head home. However, I had been caught up in conversations with other Alphas. When I had looked up, Nora had been gone. Worry crashed over me. I had strode around the pack buildings trying to find where a small six-year-old might have disappeared to. Usually when she disappeared at home, it was because some cat had kittens and Nora had found their nest. Instead, I found her standing in front of that disgusting slave who dared to touch her, covered in bruises and dirt.

She pushed all the books to the floor,kicking away all the rubbish and settling down on the chair, resting her head on the table. “E-excuse me.” A small voice called out by her side. She opened her eyes to see who it was, a cute girl with glasses. She remembered her from her past life. She was one of the people that were nice to her and tried to warn her but she ignored her. Her name was Nora. In the future, she was an excellent script writer who was so popular but she married a bad man who beat her and later she ended up dead with her wrists slit in her bathtub. It was all over the news. She would try as much as she could to protect her in this life.

Nora Jones began stopping to shake her head at Rose, who got curious. "But what?" Rose raised her brows at the annoying woman. "I don't think you will be able to get him back or get your baby idiot out." Nora Jones said. She thought about it a little before adding, "I'm glad I gave that book to Rock. Even if I don't have him, I feel rewarded already by the fact that he isn't still married to a whore like you." "You know what? Just get out of my car." Rose barked as she got out of her car, rushed over to the passenger side, and opened the car door for Nora Jones to get out.

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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

However, you gave her the perfect way out with that drug, and now, she's free at last. Noelle's words hit Ashton like a sledgehammer, his voice quivering, "Where is she... Where is she now?" With a withering look and a defiant tilt of her chin, Noelle shot back, "You always said you loved her, right? If you love her that much, go find her yourself." Ashton's hand tightened into a fist as he tossed the bridal bouquet aside and strode out of the wedding hall. "Ashton, Ashton! Please don't go. We haven't finished our wedding."

For a few seconds, nothing happened. But then the memories came. They hit me like a wave, crashing over me all at once. Rebecca Rosewyn. Stubborn, reckless, fierce—but fragile wasn’t one of them. She had faced down the Queen in front of the entire court, traveled to the border for a flower, unaware of the dangers lurking there, and married a man before knowing all the truth about him. I remembered her laugh. Her smile. The quiet moments of closeness, the moments of fear, the times we had held hands, feeling certain and terrified at the same time. All the pieces of us, once lost and scattered, were falling back into place.

Ariana did not sleep that night. She remained seated outside Lucas’ hospital room while tightly holding Damien Monteverde’s business card in her trembling hands. Every second felt heavy. Painful. Suffocating. Marriage. The word kept repeating inside her mind like a curse. She had dreamed about love before. A simple life. A small home. A husband who genuinely loved her. But reality destroyed those dreams long ago. Now, she was being asked to marry a man who looked at her like a business transaction. A stranger, a cold-hearted billionaire. And worst of all— a man she already hated.