Berbrooke Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Said Tony in a husky voice. Without warning, Tony leaned his body closer to Lila’. His left hand tightly sealed both Lila’s hand up while his right hand lingered in Lila’s collar, motioning to tear her cloth. “Since you seem like to be fooled around, let’s have it then. We can get married after.” “NO…” Lila screamed. “WHO SAYS I WANNA MARRY YOU?” Too bad, Tony managed to tear Lila’s cloth, revealing her bra. He smirked. “Nice red.”

Brooke is so blindingly arrogant and hopelessly delusional that she actually thinks she’s immune to his wrath. A bright fake smile instantly stretches across her face as she smooths down her gown. She completely ignores the promise of murder in Tobias's eyes and walks up to him with an excited, performative pep in her step, reaching her arms out wide as if she’s about to embrace a loving fiancé. "Oh, Tobias, darling! You’re finally here!" she gushes, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "You have no idea how much I’ve missed you today! The event planning has been a total nightmare, and—"

But everyone had weaknesses and I just had to find his before those four days ran out. On the second day Miranda came to me with information she had discovered while going through older files that Tobin had kept locked away. "Marco had a wife who died five years ago," Miranda explained while showing me photos of a young woman with dark hair and a soft smile. "Her name was Isabella and by all accounts he was completely devoted to her and he never remarried after she died." I studied the photos and noticed that Isabella had a similar build to me and similar coloring and I wondered if that was significant or just a coincidence. "What else do we know about her?"

And once again, another person cuts me off when I speak. “McBroom.” Alan says gruffly, a harsh look evident in his eyes. Okay. The lady freezes, then as if remembering something, her gaze snaps up to me. “Brooklyn? As in, King Landon’s mate?!” “No,” Alan responds. “Brooklyn, as in, Queen Brooklyn.” “I'm so sorry,” she bows. “I'm so sorry. I didn't know you are—” “Just call Fiona.” I demand, not liking the onlookers we have started to attract. I can hear low whispering and the sound of the camera clicking. Okay, now I'm glad Alan found me.

Anxiety and uncertainty were racing through my head. What sort of man would make such a deal and how would his wife feel about me? He lived in a huge, imposing mansion with expansive gardens and high iron gates. As my shabby dressing stood in sharp contrast to the immaculate, luxury surrounding me, I felt totally out of place as soon as I entered. Benjamin showed me to a woman in a sitting room. Her sleek, dark hair and piercing gaze instantly fixed me in place. She was stunning. "This is Stella ,my wife ." Benjamin said. "Her?" Stella looked me up and down, her voice brimming with contempt.

But then the person seemed to be approaching her so she had to look up. Brooklyn walked down the corridor in a deep green dress that hit the floor and her natural hair was out today, not pulled back the way it had been on that rooftop in Melbourne, falling around her face. All these while Priya was staring at her, she knew she was the same Brooklyn she had something with. The moment Brooklyn looked up from her phone she stopped walking. Her eyes meeting that of Priya who was staring at her too They kept staring at each other from opposite ends of the corridor and the distance between them was approximately fifteen feet which felt considerably less.

On cold lonely nights when she needs him, she endured and only got cuddled. Anna Brook was her friend from high school. For years she had been her bestie and was even her chief bridesmaid on her wedding. She had been smoldering with her own husband?. How could Damian do this? He dares to still call her Honey after she caught him having an affair with her best friend? Does he even have conscience or had it been eaten up by the dogs?

“You follwed me. Do you even realize how criminal that sounds?” He bows. Again. What is this? A remake of The Bridgerton series with a 21st century theme? Wonderful series by the way, but I digress. “Please accept the envelope, Miss Amani.” He even knows my name. Pushed by pure curiosity, I accept the envelope and flick it open. The moment I get the weird seal thingy off the flap, the scent of rosemary filters into my nostrils — one of my most favourite scents in the world.

she stated, but somehow before I opened the message, I knew it had to be that bad, and the moment I did, my heart stopped beating for a while. "Tycoon billionaire Liam Brooke announces divorce from wife Hazel Wills and reveals his new fiancée, Alessandra Grey.”

So, I nodded. And watched as he left as well. That left me with Brooke. “You know, you need to be discreet about what you do.” She murmured, staring at her manicured fingers as if they were the most important things to her. “What do you mean?” I asked her. “He's getting married soon. You can't be giving him doe eyes and blushing whenever you see him.” Brooke said, then she quickly added. “Before you deny it, I saw everything.” My cheeks burned. I grimaced, staring away from her scrutinising eyes and knowing smirk.