Ao3 Bridgerton Novels & Stories

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

He brushed Lila’s nose with his for a few times, then he kissed her again, deeper and longer, until Lila felt out of breath. Tony brushed Lila’s nose again as they both caught their breath. “Violence needed to be punished.” Whispered Tony in Lila’s ear. His tongue licked her ear and gently bit it playfully. “LET GO OF ME!” Lila yelled. “NO!” Tony roared back. “DO YOU KNOW WHY I PROMISE NOT TO TOUCH YOU BEFORE MARIED? BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I WANT YOUR PURITY LEGALLY ONCE WE’RE MARRIED.”

“I, Elena Brook , take you, Adrian Cross, to be my lawful married husband. For better or worse, in poverty and in riches… I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I had heard those words during my brother’s wedding. Those vows, promises, those happy moments, the butterflies that usually fly in everyone’s belly. I had imagined myself saying those words one day. Now hearing them spoken to someone else entirely…it felt like a stab in my chest. And the only thing I knew was no one else but my beloved Man, My fiance was getting married but the bride isn’t me. I could hear my ears ringing. My chest tightened painfully like I was wrapped in someone’s hand and I was being squeezed. I raised my head up to l

Serafina Marazona The early morning sunlight spilled through the bedroom windows, painting long golden lines across the sheets. I remained where I was, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing it. Sleep had come in broken pieces throughout the night, interrupted by memories of locked doors, Cassandra’s questions, Vincenzo’s silence, and the promise I had made simply to survive. Now that I had made it back to the estate alive, another battle waited for me. I had given my word, and whether it had been made under threat or not, I had no intention of pretending it had never happened. If I wanted Vincenzo to treat me as something more than a frightened girl hidden behind his name, then I h

I had never felt like this my entire life…and now, it became painfully clear as to why I could never have been happy with my arranged marriage to Jordan. It's almost painful how turned on I am. Luckily, Gabriella was just as impatient as she pushed me back until I fell onto the bed with a huff, and she climbed on top of me, the sight of her climbing on top of my body a sight I would never be able to erase from my mind.

"Good. Now we need to talk about what happens next." I tried to steer the conversation toward Claire's whereabouts, but Anthony seemed to have other priorities. He kept trying to touch me, to pick up where he and Claire had apparently left off the day before. I backed away toward the small table near the window, hoping to create some distance between us. Anthony followed, clearly not picking up on my reluctance. "I really think we should talk first," I said, but Anthony was already leaning in, his lips moving toward my neck. His phone buzzed at that exact moment, and both of us glanced at the screen. My heart stopped when I saw the name displayed there…

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

Her fingers moved slowly to the ribbon clasping the front of her nightgown. Damien’s gaze sharpened. The ribbon loosened. The soft fabric shifted slightly as she stepped closer, exposing her nudity to him. Benita stopped just inches away from him. Her voice dropped to a soft whisper. “Isn’t this what you want, husband?” Damien didn’t answer. Her hand lightly touched his chest. “You can have me,” she said softly. “Right now.” The smile on her lips looked sweet. But her eyes were cold. Damien felt the pull instantly. Desire mixed with frustration.

It read the date: two months ago, back before the wedding. Back before Rex betrayed me. A chill ran down my spine as realization hit me like a slap to the face. I had been reborn. I was back to the day Rex came to ask my father, Alpha Ambrose, for my hand in marriage. My mind whirled. Two months ago—this was when everything started. Rex was with my father right now, charming him into signing the agreement to merge our packs together. If that happened again, there would be no way to stop the wedding. No way to escape him.