روايات وقصص ضمن Bridgerton Books Plot

I asked him as I could not bear the suspense anymore. “Alright, I have a business proposal that I’m sure you would be interested in,” he said as he brought out a document from the drawer of his desk. “A business proposal which is?” I asked. “I will partner up with your company and give you some of my clients and share some profits with you,” The proposal sounded too good to be true. “Alright, so what’s the catch?” I asked with an arched brow. “That you agree to marry me, Miss Bennet,”

Brandon closes his eyes and i feel like splinters have logged inside my heart. "Marisa..." Bran's eyes open and there are different emotions swirling in them. "You want me, you want US, stop fighting it." And then she gets on her tiptoes and seals her lips to his. He doesn't push her away, his hand that was fisted at the side let's loose and then goes to the back of her neck. Everything I ever felt right in my life where Brandon was concerned falls to shattered glass at my feet. Lies, Betrayal.

Crystal still looked at her target without taking her eyes off, she watched the whole process of the waiter giving it to him, and him receiving it and opening the piece of paper. But before she could meet his eyes, an unwanted person blocked her view. Crystal, slowly looked up at the person that blocked her view and the faint smile that was on her face was nowhere to be found again, "Weren't you supposed to come up to me as soon as you arrived here?" The so-called fiancee of hers walked over as Crystal sighed. "Can you at least move out of my way... You are blocking my view." She glared at him and tried to look over his shoulder but he blocked her yet again.

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE FOURTEEN THEME: The arranged marriage CHICAGO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA IAN BRYANT MANSION Mr Griffin rushed into the kitchen after a maid informed him that Ian instructed her to leave the chores. "What's going on, sir Ian?” Ian heard Mr Griffin’s voice behind him in the kitchen. "Nothing.” He mumbled and concentrated on the dishes he was washing in the sink.

So did Isabella. That tiny flicker in Mercer’s expression. Recognition. Of what Ethan was to her. And what she was becoming to him. Mercer smiled faintly. “There it is.” Daniel muttered darkly, “I don’t like when old rich men notice romance dynamics.” Another crash thundered from the cliffs behind them as part of Blackwater House finally collapsed inward completely. Flames exploded upward into the rain-filled sky. Everyone glanced back instinctively. The mansion was dying. Really dying now. And strangely, Aria felt no grief watching it burn.

💍 CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE — THE SECRET BRIDE The city woke slowly. Morning light spilled across the penthouse, touching the walls in gold and amber. For the first time since Amara had entered Dante Knight’s world, the silence didn’t feel dangerous. It felt peaceful. Amara stood in the kitchen, barefoot, holding a mug of tea she had barely touched. Her thoughts were loud, replaying everything from the night before—his confession, the kiss, the way he had looked at her like she was no longer a weakness but a decision.

It was like he was stripping me bare with just his eyes, and suddenly, the weight of what I’d said crashed over me. “You’ll do what?” Dante asked, his voice deep and sharp, like the edge of a blade. “I’ll marry you,” I said, my throat dry but my words firm. “You need a bride before the day ends. I need…” My voice faltered for a second, but I forced myself to finish. “I need a husband.” Daniel gawked, but Dante didn’t flinch. He stepped closer, the air shifting with his presence. His eyes scanned me once, taking in the pale dress, the bouquet clutched like a lifeline, the mascara-stained cheeks I hadn’t even bothered to fix.