Berbrooke Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"Oh fine just don't burn my hair else I'll hunt you down. *~*~*~*~* I never thought smiling could be this painful, probably because it's a fake smile. We've been downstairs for the past thirty minutes taking different pictures. Also, I had a huge rock aka a diamond ring on my fingers. The media was in charge of that, they wanted to get an inside scoop on the newest catch—that would be me—of Las Vegas' most eligible bachelor—that would be Xavier. So we've been taking pictures like crazy and pretending to be so much in love so the hashtag will be the cutest couples ever.

Zoe walked into ‘the Vogue Vision’ fashion show dressed in a very elegant emerald dress and silver stones around her neck. The shutter sound of the camera was almost deafening but she had her best smile on as always. She wasn’t surprised that a lot of the media wanted to take pictures of her face because not only was she a beauty to behold, she was the daughter of Margery Madrigal and also the wife of Avery Trent.

Minutes later, Brooke arrived, wearing that same irritating grin. “Look who we have here,” he said smoothly. “You look stunning, as always.” “I’ll go straight to the point, Mr Brooke,” I said. “You will cancel the announcement you made. You know Emily isn’t the blue wolf, and the consequences go far beyond her.” I watched him closely and noticed the slight twitch of his jaw. “I’ll marry you in return,” I added. “But you must not challenge Zayne. Not now. Not in the near future. Do we have a deal?”

The elevator chimed softly somewhere far away, it was someone coming up. I slipped the phone into my pocket, my heart hammering so fast. Friday was three days away. Three days until we made this real. Three days until the world knew I was marrying my stepbrother. And someone out there was counting down, too. Someone who knew exactly how Catherine Morgan had died. Someone who was already planning the next move. And I had the terrible feeling we were already too late to stop it.

Every part of her seemed both real and fake at the same time. Standing beside her was a man in a suit. A Ferrari was parked near him. “Sweetheart, this car isn’t too bad, right? I asked my uncle to lend it to me. When your classmates see this, they’ll be jealous!” Jamie Brooke said, smug. He was Nia’s husband, but he was not a direct descendant of the Brookes. Nia held his arm in an intimate manner. “Hubby, you’re the best. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely serve you well tonight when we return home.”

Emily took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart as she stood outside the wedding chapel. She had imagined this moment a million times, but never quite like this. She was about to marry a man she barely knew, a man who was over double her age and a billionaire businessman named Alexander Pierce. The door to the chapel opened, and a woman in a white gown emerged, followed by a man who was clearly her groom. Emily stepped forward, taking her place at the back of the line. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

I understood where she was coming from, but my home was ‘luxurious' in its own way. “Alright miss humility, alright” Evangeline teased, and we laughed. ~ His perfume greeted me first as I entered the office, then his warm smile. “Hello, I'm Ricardo Giordano, nice to meet you” there was something about the way he spoke, something calm, but something superior. “Odessa Vale, nice to meet you Mr Giordano” “I've heard a few things about you Miss Vale. Outstanding actress, aren't you” “Why, thank you. I've heard things about you too. I love your work”

She stood in front of the mirror Slowly… She began removing her clothes. Her shirt slipped off her shoulders. Then her fingers moved to her back About to unclasp her bra The door opened. Without knocking. Axel stepped in, holding the food. He stopped. His breath caught and His eyes fell on her. Her bare back. Her neck. The soft curve of her shoulders. Something in his chest tightened painfully. I missed this… He didn’t even realize he had stepped closer. Then His eyes dropped and froze. The scar. Burned into her skin.

Hunter requited, taking large steps towards her until he was close enough to touch. Brooklyn shook her head. “I didn’t die, my mother did. And when her medical bills came quick, Vincent was there to take care of them. I’m going to be replaying him by marrying him.” “Surely you can pay him back some other way.” Brooklyn shook her head. “I’ve tried. I’m sorry, Hunter, but I’m simply off-limits. I’m practically already his.” “Brooklyn,” Landon muttered as if he was in pain. “I need to have you in my life.”

I feel eyes on me and it makes me slightly uncomfortable. “Devon!” A blonde-haired woman with pink highlights approaches us, I don’t fail to catch the pistol tucked under the waistband of her trousers, I recognize her from the photos scattered around her social media, Leto Brookes, socialite, the influencer with million followers, CEO of a matchmaking agency but here, in the underworld. She’s the co-owner and mafia queen of The Nexus. She’s holding a glass of wine as she sashays to us. “Looking good this morning, cousin!”