Bridgerton Books Plot Novels & Stories

Christopher had never mentioned a former fiancée. "It's nice to meet you," I said, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue. "But if you're not here for books, I'm not sure what I can do for you." Victoria's smile sharpened. "I wanted to see for myself. When I heard Christopher had gotten married, I assumed it was some kind of business arrangement. But then I heard he's been coming home every night, playing house in that sterile apartment of his." Her gaze raked over me, assessing and finding me wanting. "I had to see what kind of woman could make Christopher Zane behave like an ordinary man."

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.

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"Oh, so you aren't angry at me for not pushing through with our travel plans?* "No, I am not," She replied, she wasn't, she was happy by the news that they won't be going out of Florida, maybe Natalie wouldn’t have liked her honeymoon being canceled but she wasn't Natalie, he didn't know that, but she did, and she knew she didn't want to go for that honeymoon, this was her first time being close to a man this way, what if things go south and she ends up falling in love with him? How would she leave him if Natalie decides to come back, she knew Natalie will return one day to collect what's hers, what if she falls for him? How would she live with that? Which was why no matter how her female ho

She reported. "Good job. It wouldn't be long until he'll ask you to marry him." Mr. Ada put on an evil grin like of those scheming villians. The girl does not know his entire plan, all she knows is that she is doomed if everything had gone south from his plan. "Shouldn't you focus on finding Bianca before that ever happens?"

“Let me be clear. You ever come near her again, ever speak to her again. I’ll make sure every bridge you’ve ever had in this city burns to the ground.” She stared at me, lips parting slightly. “You’re serious,” she whispered. I nodded. “Deadly.” Her face twisted. “She’ll never love you, you know. Not really. Not the way I—” I turned and walked back inside before she could finish the sentence. The door shut behind me with a satisfying click. — When I returned to the dining room, Brooklyn and Elliot were gone. Marta was clearing plates. “Where are they?” I asked. She didn’t look up. “Brooklyn took Elliot upstairs. Said he was tired.”

He began to play the scenes in his mind: from the feeling she stirred in him that night he kissed her, to the fierceness in her eyes when she had accused him of stealing her work, to his mother's suspicions about her being pregnant by him and the conditional clause that he had to get married to take the helm of affairs at his father's hospital, back to Annabelle's mounting medical bills. He stopped in his tracks as the solution became evident. He'd solved the problem with the same concentration skill that made him a billionaire before thirty. A simple arrangement that would solve both their problems. His lips curved slightly. She would have the money she needed, and he would reclaim his fath

The metal gleamed under the moonlight, the letters CRIMINAL carved boldly into its surface. Caspian’s entire body jolted. “Wait, wait, please…” The iron was lowered closer, the heat radiating against his chest. The acrid scent of hot metal filled the air. “STOP!” Caspian screamed, shaking violently. “I did it… I did it, okay? But not because of you! I… I didn’t even know who you were!” Daniel’s smirk didn’t waver. “Go on.” “It was… it was her,” Caspian stammered. “I hated Belacroix. I… I hated her for ruining my life. She left me because she got rich. She took everything, everything, and I wanted to destroy her!”

Her eyes, a mirror of Charlotte’s. “I’ve waited long enough,” she replied coolly. “You had your chance, Jonathan. You chose Charlotte. You left me in the dark.” He sighed. “I never abandoned you. I tried to protect you.” She stood slowly, walking to the fire. “I don’t need protection,” she said. “I need a throne.” The Harrington estate had gone into partial lockdown. Guards were sweeping each floor. James took over command of security while Freda and Alex regrouped in the surveillance room.

Final Moments Later that night, as we stood on the balcony of Alexander’s penthouse, watching the city stretch beneath us, I reached for his hand. “Do you think she’ll ever come back?” I asked softly. Alexander’s jaw tightened for a brief moment before he shook his head. “No.” I studied his expression. “You sound sure.” His thumb brushed over my knuckles, a quiet promise. “Because I won’t let her.” I nodded, leaning into him. “Good.” The past had finally let us go. And now, for the first time, the future was ours. The Final Close Cassandra Whitmore had spent years playing a game she was convinced she could win.