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"What are you looking at?" "Forget that." Jenny pushed the food bags aside. The way she was acting — it was like she was searching for evidence of an affair in a boyfriend's bed. She straightened up. "Has Adrian Cross been sleeping in this room?" "How did you know?" Jenny looked Nora up and down. Pointed at the desk. "We lived together for four years. Tell me — when in your life have you ever arranged your books like this?" Medical textbooks. Thick. Heavy. Nora always left them scattered wherever she finished reading. Neatly sorted by subject? First time in history.

The man was already trembling, trying to talk his way out of whatever fate awaited him. Nora leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. She did not announce her presence immediately. She watched silently what he was going to do with the man next. Finally, she spoke. “Want a hand, Robert?” He glanced over his shoulder, meeting her gaze. His expression did not change, but she caught the flicker of an emotion. “You should not have followed me here.” “Well, here I am now,” she replied, stepping closer. “And curiosity kills cats.”

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter Twenty "Oh! That looks wonderful on you," Kathy said cheerily as she examined Joan dressed in a long green-colored dress. The pair were picking out dresses at Alice house. Alice house is a luxury brand that caters exclusively to women's garment needs, they are also quite expensive. When Kathy invited Joan to an afternoon shopping spree she didn't hesitate to accept. It did help when Kathy assured her that all costs would be covered. The payment for anything she buys however would be Joan's presence and some quality time with Kathy. Joan surmised Kathy invited her to distract her from the ordeal she's experienced the past couple of days.

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Her eyes widened, a flash of genuine guilt crossing her face, but she recovered with a speed that left Ethan breathless. “The rumors of a separation,” Nora said, her tone dismissive, “are simply that. Rumors. Ethan and I are completely fine. In fact...” he could see the wheels turning in her head, and she got the look in her eyes when she’d just thought of something brilliant. “With our anniversary just around the corner, we have something special planned. We’ve decided to go back to the prologue of our story—back to where the plot of our love was first written.”

IVY. The constant stream of sunlight coming in through the windows of my bedroom did little to lift my grim mood. My spirit felt as battered as though Sloan had really used me as a punching bag and my body continued to ache from a dull lingering exhaustion. Wrapped in a cozy if somewhat faded pink I spent the entire day holed up in my room a self-imposed exile. I sat cross-legged on my bed and tried to lose myself in a Nora Roberts book. A decent romance book would typically be my go-to escape because it offers a world of endearing heroes and happily-ever-afters that contrasts sharply with my present circumstance.

She instinctively glanced at Jeremy. He frowned. "Sabrina, don't be sarcastic." Seeing that I did not respond, Everly dropped the pretense entirely. She tilted her head, her face innocent. "These past few years, it's all thanks to your support, Sabrina, that I get to wear such nice clothes. But I should thank Jeremy, too. He said this color makes my skin look fair and...makes me look especially youthful." She emphasized the word 'youthful,' and her gaze was openly provocative.

Just from the redness of Velia's face, she could make a guess. “I don't mean anything bad, but I heard from Rambo that you've also paid your monthly installments this month. Not only that, he said you'll pay off all your debts soon. That's why I'm surprised,” Nia explained at length. “There's no way you can earn that much money in just one short night. It's impossible, Ve. Even if you're as beautiful as a goddess, you're still just an ordinary woman. You're not a celebrity.”

Standing up, David turns to walk away, leaving her alone to gather her thoughts. Nora finds herself alone in the confines of her small bedroom, her gaze fixed upon the walls as her mind drifts into the memories of the Nashville brothers. Despite their undeniable handsomeness and the allure of their dreamlike qualities, she struggles to fully believe that she will soon be wedded to one of them. The stark contrast between their privileged upbringing as the wealthy children of David Nashville and her own humble origins as the daughter of a gardener weighs heavily on her.