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The Bride's Double life

The Bride's Double life

Tamuz14

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The Bride's Double Life Where vows collide with secrets, and love wears a mask... Camille Rowe is about to marry into the illustrious Ward family in the quiet elegance of Hollow Creek. To the townspeople, she's the perfect bride: elegant, devoted, reborn. However, beneath the lace and assurances is a woman fleeing a perilous past. In Brooklyn, she's known by another name-the seductive and secretive songstress at The Red Veil Bar, where the lights are low and the lies run deep. Unaware of the storm his bride carries beneath her veil, the groom, Ethan Ward, is a polished corporate heir with charm and legacy in his veins. But secrets don't stay buried forever, especially not in The Wedding Estate, where walls have ears and ghosts whisper names. When Jonas Blake, Camille's former lover and the only man who knew her truth, returns from the shadows, Camille's fragile new world trembles. Not only was their past sexy, but it was also dangerous. And incomplete. Margot Rowe, Camille's estranged sister, shows up unannounced and begins to cauterize the wounds that have not healed. Her motives? Murky. Who are her allies? Unclear. And lurking not far behind is Detective Alana Verge, a hard-nosed Brooklyn cop chasing a trail of crimes that lead straight to Camille's polished new life. As Mrs. Evelyn Ward, Ethan's shrewd and grieving mother, watches with cold suspicion, Dominic Crane-a stranger with cryptic warnings and connections to Camille's past-emerges from the crowd, speaking in riddles and truths she isn't ready to face. Only Avery Kent, Camille's fiercely loyal best friend, knows how far Camille has gone to escape her past-and how close she is to losing herself in the web she's spun. Everything unravels at the Ridgewell Train Station, where time once stopped for Camille-and may again. It's where destinies collide, where identities confront each other in the stark light of truth, and where love, vengeance, and redemption await their final curtain. In a world where every character wears a mask, Camille must decide which life is real-the one she escaped or the one she's trying to build. Will she run again... or finally stand and fight for the woman she's become?

Chapter 1 Whispers before the vows

Chapter 1

Whispers Before the Vows

At the grand Wedding Estate, a sprawling mansion in the shadowy Hollow Creek hills, Camille Rowe stood at the window of her bridal suite. Like secrets that wouldn't let go, the mist stuck to the trees. She held a porcelain teacup, but her gaze was far beyond the rim. The morning of her wedding should have been filled with excitement, joy, maybe nerves. But for Camille, it stirred ghosts. Her reflection in the antique glass didn't show the radiant bride-to-be. It showed a woman who was about to be caught between two lives she had lived before. The first time she met Ethan Ward, it wasn't in a ballroom or beneath chandeliers. Two years prior, it occurred in a filthy Brooklyn neighborhood. She had been Camille then-just Camille. the genuine one. Not the porcelain doll society now adored.

She had left the Red Veil Bar in a body suit that sparkled in neon lights and nothing more than a trench coat over fishnet tights. She had just performed as "Lola Rowe," her alter ego-mysterious, seductive, the lounge singer who bewitched men with her voice and vanished into the subway fog.

Ethan was standing under a streetlamp, reading a paper menu from a food truck, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. The sight of her had startled him-and then intrigued him. The brick heard her loud, echoing laugh. "You look like Wall Street wandered into the wrong borough," she teased.

He raised his eyebrows and looked up with curious eyes. "And you look like a song lyric in the middle of a crisis."

She had retained that unexpected, poetic line. Just like Ethan did.

That evening, they shared falafel and stories while seated on a bench that had been graffitied. He worked long hours as a private equity partner to show that he wasn't just another silver spoon prodigy. She told him she was a lounge singer, nothing more. He didn't ask questions like most men do. There was no hunger to pin her down, just a fascination that felt gentle. Having become accustomed to being watched like a prey, Camille But Ethan watched her like a painter studies a canvas-trying to understand the layers.

Their love unfolded in slices and slow-burn mornings.

He gave her books rather than flowers. In order to impress her, she sang songs that she had learned but did not know. They were opposites on paper. But what erupted between them could not be contained by paper. They fell in love for the first time in Ethan's downtown loft. There was no script. It wasn't roses or champagne. It was intuitive. After a lengthy performance at the Red Veil, she had returned to see him in her black silk dress, her lips red from wine, and her eyes smokey from liner. He opened the door looking like sleep and desire collided-white shirt wrinkled, belt loose, barefoot.

He said, his voice quiet and almost reverent, "I missed you." Camille walked in without a word, her trench coat slipping off her shoulders. Except for the kitchen's amber lights and the streetlamps outside the window, the room was dark. They spoke very little. He kissed her as though he were afraid he would forget how. She slowly undressed while keeping an eye on him as she unhooked the dress's strap. There was a rawness to it-no performance, no seduction mask. Her skin against his was the only truth she could offer that night. Her curves were memorized by his fingers. His back was raked by her nails. They moved together with urgency, as though tomorrow might come and ruin everything.

After that, while the city was bustling outside, he held her against his chest and placed her cheek in the crook of his arm. He whispered, "You don't have to keep secrets with me." She just did. She needed to. Camille was unable to simply leave the past. It clung to her in the form of unpaid debts, perilous acquaintances, and a veiled persona that sounded like she was breathing fire when she sang. "Lola Rowe" wasn't just a name-it was armor.

Still, for a while, Ethan convinced her that she could be both. He brought her to Hollow Creek and showed her to his family, who were respected, strict, and awestruck by Camille's "charm" and "elegance." She came from smoke and secrets, they had no idea. He proposed at the Ridgewell Train Station one winter evening, just as a snowstorm blanketed the tracks. She had been pacing, ready to run, when he knelt beside her suitcase.

"You can run if you want," he said, "but take me with you."

The words undid her. Maybe she could marry him. Maybe the lies could fade. Maybe the fire inside her didn't always have to burn things down.

Camille stood in the bridal suite and traced the edge of the engagement ring, which featured a cushion-cut diamond surrounded by smaller stones. Perfect. Shining. A lie.

Because she received a letter last night that was left unsigned and written in smudged red ink beneath her door: "Lola, is Ethan aware of who you really are?" Outside, church bells began to chime.

The past of Camille Rowe shook inside. Tomorrow, she would be Ethan's bride.

But tonight... she still belonged to the shadows.

The sun dipped low over the Brooklyn skyline, throwing golden light across the ivy-draped courtyard of the Ward estate. Champagne flutes in hand, polite laughter punctuating the conversations, guests gathered for the rehearsal dinner. But beneath the surface of celebration, fault lines ran deep.

Camille Rowe stood by the fountain, her ivory dress fluttering like a nervous whisper. She looked like a bride-to-be should-elegant, composed. But her eyes betrayed something else: calculation. Across the courtyard, Ethan Ward leaned into a quiet conversation with Dominic Crane, a guest no one seemed to know well. With narrowed eyes, Camille observed them. Ethan knew things. So did she.

In his charcoal suit and polished shoes, Dominic Crane was a quiet individual. As if he had been here a thousand times before, he sipped his beverage. He had never been invited before. And when he spoke, people leaned in-maybe too far. Confessions were sparked by something about him like moths to a flame. Avery Kent approached Camille from behind, a long-time friend with a wild heart and an even wilder past. "You're doing that look again," she said, brushing a strand of hair from Camille's shoulder. "Like you're three steps behind yourself and two steps ahead of everyone else." Camille smirked. "Since I am." Avery raised her brow. "And Ethan? Is he part of the future or the past you're trying to bury?"

Before Camille could answer, Jonas Blake appeared, glass in hand and charm in full display. Her former lover, now a fixture in the high society set, had taken the liberty of showing up uninvited. His eyes, still knowing and dangerous, met Camille's and held. "You didn't think you could get married without me giving you my blessing, did you?" Jonas said, offering a crooked smile. We have a long history. Camille maintained her posture throughout Avery's protective step forward. "History belongs in books, Jonas. You're a footnote."

He said, "Ouch," but his smile never faltered. "And yet, you still wear the same perfume."

"Some things never change," she replied, turning away.

Across the garden, Detective Alana Verge surveyed the gathering. She was unofficially present, alert but not on duty. Camille's name had come up too many times in places it didn't belong. Bank documents. missing people. A coded message scrawled in blood in a Brooklyn loft.

She watched Ethan's mother, Mrs. Evelyn Ward, from a distance. The elderly woman was elegance incarnate, widow to a shipping magnate, and the silent financier behind many of Ethan's ventures. However, Evelyn appeared weak and even frightened tonight. Her hand trembled as she reached for her wine.

Margot Rowe lingered near the patio, deliberately apart from the crowd. Camille's estranged sister, now a writer of true crime memoirs, had arrived at the last minute. She hadn't spoken to Camille in years. She didn't plan to start tonight. However, she merely observed-recording the unraveling-always. Once, Camille nodded as he caught her eye. Margot did not respond.

As the dinner wound down and the lanterns flickered to life, Dominic Crane disappeared into the shadows. Alana Verge followed quietly.

Avery leaned toward Camille. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? There's still time to run."

Camille's smile returned, thin and dangerous. "I'm not the one who should be running."

Ethan approached at that moment, offering his arm. "Ready?"

Camille took it. "Always."

Behind them, Jonas raised a glass. "To love, and the chaos it leaves behind."

No one toasted with him.

200 Words on an Incident that Incited The night before Camille's wedding, the elegant rehearsal dinner pulses with jazz and champagne, a scene of curated perfection. Then Dominic Crane walks in. He is introduced as a guest of Ethan's distant cousin-just another charming face-and is tall, composed, and devastatingly familiar. But Camille goes cold. She knows Dominic. Years ago, in a life she buried beneath silk gowns and respectable smiles, he bankrolled her double life as "Luna Hart," the sultry voice behind the Red Veil Bar. He's no ordinary investor-he knows what she's capable of, what she's done.

His smile is polite, his presence casual. But it feels like a loaded gun. That night, Camille returns to her bridal suite to find a red envelope beneath the door. Inside, a note written in clean, black ink: "You can't marry into a lie. He doesn't know who you are. I do."

Camille's pulse races. Her hand trembles. She has followed the rules of reinventing herself for many years. But now the curtain is lifting, and Dominic's arrival threatens to unravel everything. She thought she could outpace her past. She was wrong. And tomorrow, she walks down the aisle-with a man who loves a version of her that never truly existed.

The morning after, the air is thick with expectation-and dread. Camille's bridal suite is a war zone of satin, curls, and suppressed panic. Her eyes betray a sleepless night. She dodges questions from bridesmaids, feigns calm for the hairdresser, but inside, a storm brews.

Across town, Dominic sips coffee at the hotel bar, calm as ever, watching the chaos unfold from a quiet distance. He d

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