Berbrooke Bridgerton Novels & Stories

The Brooke's mansion The soft clinging of glasses on the dining table followed by soft laughs and slight chuckles,the night is a lively one in the home of the Brookes , their daughter will be getting married to the powerful Reynolds Ryan of the New York City . As the merriments continues , Mr Brookes sends Bessie to get Vanessa to the table .

I wish you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing this. Brooke stood in front of the mirror as she looked at herself in her wedding gown. It was a silk gown, with an open boatneck and short sleeves. The gown was embroidered with small beautiful flowers studded with stones. Complementing the gown, she wore her mother’s diamond necklace with long earrings. Her tiara was a traditional one, gifted to her by her mother-in-law. Brooke admired herself in the mirror for a while. She couldn't believe that she was about to get married to the man of her dreams. Greg Wilson, the owner of Baxter Auto Pvt. Ltd., the biggest factory in her town.

Theresa knew how much power she will have once the wedding is done, infact, Theresa could easily ochestrated Amy's dissapearance from NorthHill. "You seem shocked, why, Miss. Cleo?" Broderick asked with a smirk. Amy smirked despite having a heavily beating heart and a grossly disturbed heart," Why shouldn't I be shocked? Everyone knows that Mr. Broderick has grown so cold towards women ever since the death of his late wife. Who would have expected that that Mr. Broderick would have a grand wedding with another woman. Congratulatulations, Mr. Broderick." The congratulatory message was the opposite of what was in her heart. She was seriously storming her head for how to stop the wedding from t

My phone wouldn't stop vibrating. One photo after another of Vincenzo Moretti and his new lover, Sienna Newton, flooded in. A five-star hotel, a champagne-filled bathtub, her seductive red lips… They kissed like no one else existed. And me? I, Isabella Bradford, an executive at Stonehaven Healthtech, once the most independent and clear-headed kind of woman, had married this bastard. Sienna, covered in kiss marks, leaned against Vincenzo’s chest as if marking her territory.

Only Natalie and Aunt Sophia lived in this villa, so there was no way there was the stock queen that Stone and the others talked about. "Is your wife's surname Brooks?" Stone asked. Morgan Samuel nodded, not understanding what Stone wanted to ask. "Yes, the stock queen's surname is Brooks. Three years ago, Miss Brooks told us that she wanted to get married, so she took over this mountain. This is the address she left me. I didn't expect you to be her husband." Stone looked Morgan Samuel up and down. Miss Brooks was indeed not simple; even her husband was not an ordinary person. Hearing Stone say so, everyone nodded in agreement. Although they did not know the stock queen's surname, everyone

“I am not a perfect human and no one is perfect. If I am lacking, you tell me instead of telling me I am not capable. Do you know how much it hurts? You should know already.” “I fucking know!” Mark shouted in the loudest voice he could muster. “You should learn to listen to others from now on. Your step-sister, Charlotte is an undercover agent and she works as a secretary in a well-to-do company. The captain is an adult movie star. You acted like a playboy, or rather, you were a playboy, flaunting money all around. This might have been indecent but your identity could never be disclosed. Do you know the reason why your father made this happen?”

Great, they don't even know much about each other, and yet they are getting married," She thought, and then remembered she wasn't Natalie , to begin with. "Well, I was just getting some materials, so I can dress down and my neighborhood is just about a thirty-minute drive away," She said suddenly feeling conscious. "I didn't say it a bad thing, stop making it sound like that," "I wasn't, so what are you doing here?" She asked wanting to be anywhere but here. "I told you before that I got a new property, this is it,"

I wonder if I will continue to feel this way; this betrayal, this pain. Tears sting my eyes and I quickly get a grip on myself. Pinning him with an expressionless gaze, he bolts upright and walks to me. I am wearing an elegant sleeveless off-shoulder bodycon gown with block heels. I have a purse strapped on my shoulder too and I feel confident about my look. The moment his gaze shifts to my lip which has red lipstick, I know my plan is working. This is a new dress and I am wearing it because I want Fred to know that I am married to a billionaire and he can go f*ck himself.

She inquired. "Not at all,” I replied. She smiled politely before leaving, quietly closing the balcony door behind her. Silence returned to the room. I picked up the glass and took a slow sip. The cool citrus taste lingered pleasantly. I had endless questions in my head, that had no one to answer them. Was Brandon beginning to suspect our investigation? Did he know Damien had already started dismantling his financial network? Or was he simply becoming reckless? I took another sip. Then I inhaled deeply. The night air carried the faint scent of jasmine from the gardens below. I tried to relax my shoulder.

"How could you?" Ethan's voice cracked like a whip, the words searing through the thick air. His anger was a tempest, and I could feel the intensity of every syllable. "I trusted you, Sienna, and you—" "Stop!" I pleaded, my voice barely audible beneath his rage. "You don't even know what you're accusing me of." Margaret, his mother, sat across from us, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as if she were witnessing the spectacle of her dreams. "Go on, Ethan," she said in a cool, detached voice. "Let her explain herself."