Nora Roberts Year One Novels & Stories

Three years of building walls and choosing silence and protecting herself through invisibility. She thought about Liam bouncing on that bed an hour ago and calling the bathroom enormous. She thought about Diana somewhere in this city planning her next move with the calm efficiency of someone who had never once been held accountable for anything she had done. "Set it up," Nora said. Anna Reyes responded at six forty five in the morning. One line: Name the time and place. I will be there.

Nathan explained. I stared at him for a moment before allowing a small smile to appear. “Are you jealous?” I asked. Nathan's jaw tightened slightly as he answered, “No, I am not jealous.” “Then why do you care?” I asked, refusing to let him avoid the question. He stepped closer and lowered his voice before answering me. “Because you're my wife.” The words left me momentarily speechless, and I searched his face while trying to determine whether he was hiding behind the contract or whether something more personal had slipped through. “For one year,” I reminded him.

she stammered, caught completely off guard. Nora’s eyes narrowed, her expression cold and unfeeling. “I just want you to know,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, “that Zach is mine. I’ll do whatever it takes to make him mine. That’s the only reason I’m here.” Audrey’s heart hammered in her chest, disbelief flashing across her face as Nora’s words sank in. What did she just say? Nora leaned back, her smirk unwavering as she watched Audrey’s reaction with satisfaction. Audrey’s mind raced, her thoughts a mix of confusion and anger. This woman—Zach’s assistant—had just declared herself as a threat, right there, without a hint of shame or remorse.

Monica was back into the door, pushing it open with her butt, and joining the morning rush of people on the street once more. She makes it to the corner and go through the glass double doors simply marked Jacobs in a beautiful gold script font. Nora’s storefront has a small selection of off-the-rack options, but the bulk of her work is through custom designs and the few boutiques she works with directly. Inside, she was hit with a bustle of activity as assistants run back and forth to set up racks in the conference room. “What’s that for?” she asks an intern. “Backdrop scenery for the call. Nora’s early morning, brilliant idea,” he replies, never pausing. In the conference room, Nora’s pres

AUTHOR’S POV A year later, A year had passed since Nora lost Leo, bringing her to this moment, seated in the dressing room, staring at herself in a wedding dress. Mrs. Williams, who had once been a wicked mother, now stood before her, offering jewels as tokens of acceptance and regret.

I open the card and read, Congratulations on your first week back after ten years at home. Your husband, Garnar Graham, CEO. The asshole even added CEO to the card. I try to hide the card, but Amber reads it aloud over my shoulder. Immediately, whispers begin. I can only catch a few of them among the chatter, but the ones I do hear make my stomach twist. “How did she get a job here with a gap like that on her resume?” “Her husband’s a CEO, that’s how.”

With that, he left the room, and I was left standing in the doorway of the room, which was the size of our entire apartment, staring at the lone bed that would supposedly be mine for the next few months. It took an hour for me to unpack the few bits of clothing that I had brought with me, which seemed to dwarf in the size of the room. My mother's scarf laid atop the vanity, along with the framed picture of us that I had brought along, the only things I owned worth decorating with. The rest of the room was already filled with expensive furniture, draped in fabrics that I could only assume were selected by a woman who had far more refined tastes than I ever hoped to acquire. By the time the ma

Anna's POV Nora's eyes flickered briefly before she took a deliberate sip of her wine. The crystal glass caught the light, casting ruby shadows across the pristine tablecloth. "About two years ago, we met at an industry cocktail event," she said, her voice unnervingly calm. "Kieran slipped something into my drink." My stomach clenched as though I'd swallowed ice. I recognized the flat affect in her voice-the protective numbness that comes from retelling a trauma you've learned to package neatly for others.

A year later Stephanie and Nathan arrived in New York for a consortium meeting. They will spend 2 days there and she left Mia and Sophia in San Francisco with Martin. Since having the twins, Martin has agreed with Stephanie to limit their business travel to do parenting hand in hand after Stephanie took a year off to take care of the twins. The meeting started around 9 am in the morning at the hotel meeting room. They want to discuss the update on the consortium project. The project has reached 50% completion and they have another 3 years to complete it.

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