Bridgerton Books Plot Novels & Stories

* Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Liara’s Story) Book 5: Mine: His Caged Princess (Tiara’s Story) [Ongoing] Book 6: It Ends With Us, Mate (Colton’s Story)- Upcoming * Stories related to these books. Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story)

She stared at me expectantly, the look in her eyes was bounding, it made me want to spill all my secrets. I cracked a wide smile, motioning my hand for her to get closer. She leaned crossed the table that separated us. I moved to her ear. "This is a secret but I felt you should know. I'm publishing a new book soon. I'm going to tell you the title of it, you will promise not to tell anyone till it's out?" Eagerly she nodded. "The Billionaire's Replacement Bride." She gasped as she moved back. Excitement in her eyes before she raced off. I giggled at the sight. I could do this all day.

“You went out behind my back.” “You forbade me,” she corrected. “And yet you still did it.” “Yes.” Damien stepped closer. “Who is he?” Benita tilted her head slightly. “Does it matter?” “It does when another man has his hands on my wife.” She laughed softly. “Your wife?” “You married me!.” “You bought me!,” she shot back. The tension snapped between them. Damien’s voice lowered. “You sneaked out of my house in the middle of the night.” “And you stalked my entire life before marrying me,” Benita replied coolly. “Let’s not pretend either of us is innocent here.”

Dont bother trying the phones , the have been routed. He said that whilst turning his back on me to pour himself a drink. "Welcome Home Mrs Lombardi. Try not to break anything. Its expensive.'' I roll him eyes to that statement whilst burning with pure rage. "Oh I forgot to mention... Your Publishing House will be managed by a board of my choosing from tomorrow morning." He said and left the room. I stood at the center of the dark Hall the weight of the diamonds around my neck suddenly feeling like a literal collar. I wasnt a Queen. I was a bird in a cage made of gold and ice and the man I had married was the peron who has designed the lock.

Her grandfather had wanted her father to marry into the Spencer family, but somehow her father managed to elope and marry Jane, her mother. In order to get back at her father, he had to give all of his fortune to him on the condition that his only daughter, Cassandra, get married into the same Spencer family her father neglected, else all of her grandfather's fortune will be willed to his brother. Everyone was in shock after hearing the will but her father never wasted any moment before he started arrangements. That is what led to what is happening tonight. She is meeting with the stranger she will be getting married to in a week.

“Adrian, darling, are you hearing this? Your wife is scheduling independent business appointments now. After everything, her family begged me not to terminate the contract. And here she is, going for business meetings everywhere.” Eleanor leaned forward, her pearls catching the chandelier light. “This cannot continue. You are a Moretti wife, Sarah. And you are not supposed to be the one meeting people when Adrian is here. What will people say? If you start ‘going for business meetings everywhere,’ the rumors will write themselves. Restless bride. Disloyal. Perhaps even questioning the stability of Adrian’s upcoming expansions.”

“He belonged to your father. Until he didn’t.” I feel sick, dizzy, betrayed by memories I didn’t even know were lies. My mother steps toward me slowly, carefully, like approaching a wounded animal. “Scarlett, sweetheart…” she begins, reaching out. I step back. “Don’t.” She stops mid-motion. I’m not ready. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. “So Ethan is working for Bishop Gray now,” I say, trying to focus. “Why break into the vault?” Daniel answers. “Because he’s after everything your father wanted hidden.”

’ She earned beaming and nodding from the two girls. After that, the journalist smiled to the camera and then in the studio, two female anchors thanked her. He sipped the tea, thinking perhaps this news program that his cousin talked about last night. Still sipping his tea, he watched the two women on the tv engaged in interesting talk. ‘Let’s read another mailpinion. This one’s subject is, I hope it’s my fairy tale, from Marianne Jones’ The black-haired anchorwoman paused to give her colleague a meaningful look, then she continued to read. ‘Since the Crown Prince is going under cover among us, I think it’s a huge change for every single lady in the country accidentally meet him or befriend

The day everything began. She remembered it clearly. This hour, this day. Her mother had insisted on the pale blue gown. Her father spoke of alliances and legacy. She was tasked with choosing between the Rothschild brothers—Damien, the older with charm and ambition, and Sebastian, the more stubborn, sadistic younger son. She married them both. One after the other. And they both destroyed her. Eleanor sank onto the edge of her bed. The weight of her awful memory of her death was still chilling. But the sheets felt real.

~Emilia Once she left, I placed the roses gently in a crystal vase by the window. The light filtered through the petals, casting soft shadows on the sill. Then I sat down on the bed, heart still pounding heavily. I didn’t know what I was doing. This wasn’t a normal marriage. It was a transaction. But still, somewhere deep inside me, I hoped it could be something more. Later that evening, Adrian came home. I heard the door open downstairs, followed by the faint creak of his shoes across the tiled floor. Sharp, deliberate steps. Cold.