Bridgerton Books Plot Novels & Stories

She stood in her lace undergarments, watching as his eyes raked her body. "I want you to fuck me, Alexander." CHAPTER 1: Lila Evans’ heart pounded in her chest as she climbed the marble steps leading to the grand Harrington Manor. The estate was nothing short of breathtaking, with its gardens, towering columns, and stonework. As she reached the massive front doors, she paused, eyes wide in awe. This was nothing like the modest life she’d known. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her simple, yet neat, uniform.

“I am your wife, please let me go.” He didn’t release her immediately and she continued to hit his hand with urgency, already feeling the contraction in her throat. Zoe closed her eyes, accepting her fate. Let it be known that she was strangled to death by a handsome devil with very dark eyes. At least, now she was going to meet Francis in the land of the dead. He was her real husband after all. She didn’t know what happened but the hand holding her neck released it and she rolled out of the bed, thumbing hard on the ground. She began to cough as she crawled towards the door, trying everything she could to escape from him.

At one point, Ethan leaned slightly toward her. “You’re quiet.” “I’m learning.” “About the wedding?” “About the war disguised as dinner.” His mouth twitched. “You noticed.” “It’s hard not to.” Across the table, Nicholas watched them. Alexander did too. Lady Beatrice set down her wine glass. “Miss Hart.” Lena turned. “Yes, Lady Beatrice?” “Why does the success of this wedding matter so much to you?” There it was. The question seemed simple. It was not. Even the staff appeared to disappear more quietly.

“We've not found out about that yet.” “Find out where her grave is.” I have never found words to be heavy, but this one was. I didn't even know her name. How can she be dead? Diamond’s POV My heart shattered at Nicholas' words. Was it impossible to have him fall for me? My chest was heavy, and I found it hard to breathe. He had not touched my food. He would rather go hungry than take a bite of what I made, and this sickens me. I was inside my room, and I had nothing else to do aside from sit, ideally, and plan about how to make Nicholas mine. Amid the turmoil raging in my heart, there was a knock on the door. I walked to open it and found Neymar standing in front of me.

Then looked away like I disgusted her. My chest tightened. “She’s lying,” I said quickly. “She forced me to this i didn't want to” “of course you didn't want this—you did want to marry the richest man and become mrs wilson “. “ “Enough.” damiens voice boomed, cold, Deadly. I froze. He stepped closer to me, his gaze hard. “You think I’m stupid?” he asked quietly. “No, I—” “You seduced your sister’s fiancé,” he continued, his tone filled with contempt. “Then tried to play the victim.”

“And I don’t want her to get caught up in all this. I want her as my wife.” I froze. My stomach twisted. Who… was he talking about? “You’re pathetic,” Elena scoffed. “The plan is to take everything that belongs to Sebastian. Everything.” I couldn’t breathe. Everything? “And if it means burning that stupid bitch to the ground,” she continued coldly, “then so be it.” My eyes widened. A sharp gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. Both of their heads snapped in my direction. Shit. I ran as fast as I could before they could see me. I didn’t stop until I reached Maya’s room.

The smile quickly faded when she remembered it was this hair that made Clinton attracted to her. “That gold digger!” she muttered as she walked outside the room. “You will do no such thing Bryan!” The voice of an older woman loomed in the living room. “Get whoever it is that’s in your house out and tell Sara the day your wedding will take place” The voice spoke again. She also heard someone sobbing, then her curiosity rose like a wave. “What on earth is going on?” As she proceeded to move down the stairs, she heard heels clicking up the stairs and she halted.

•This is a standalone book (Book 2 of Falling For the Blind Billionaire) The Billionaire Ex-Lover's Revenge By Edna Bruce (a.k.a Yourpsychodreams) Vincenzo Santoro: a poker face man who never listens or understands. He thinks and believes men fail because they listen to women. he believes women are always wrong with reasons like intimidation, fear, aggravation, and with a low point of view and ideas. He never hesitates for a minute before he leaves you startled by your word.

I found myself wandering through the crowd, my mind racing with questions. As I moved towards the balcony for some fresh air, I overheard snippets of conversations that hinted at the complex alliance and power within the Salvatore family. It was a world where trust was a rare commodity, and loyalty could shift in an instant. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice when someone approached me from behind. I turned to find a woman with striking features and an air of confidence. She extended a hand, a polite smile on her lips. “Kaitlyn, I presume?” she said. “I’m Isabella, Adrian’s fiancée.”

A tall manservant came into the kitchen holding a tray. "What? Oh, my poor Mrs. Cathy, how did fate treat her so?" The servants in the kitchen whispered their surprise. The servants had guessed what had happened between the masters when they saw that the master of the house had brought back a woman, and combined with the way Cathy had come back last night with her makeup smeared from crying, they all guessed what had happened between the masters.