Bridgerton Novel Order Novels & Stories

Second Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy “You really have no idea who you’re messing with. Apologize now and I promise I won’t destroy you completely,” Justin Gerano growled in anger. “How about I give you a reason to destroy me even more,” she retorted, and the next thing he felt was a sting on his cheek as she had slapped him. “How dare you?!” He roared.

This is just the beginning, loving the billionaire series continues with: Book 2: A Game With The Billionaire (Emma and Jeremy) Book 3: Taming the Billionaire (Nicole and Xavier) and possibly two more for Ethan and Nicholas. Until then, stay smart like Arya and Wanda, sweet and kind like Clara, and maybe, just maybe a little cray cray like Anna and Alisha (minus the murders, obviously!) See you in the next one!

" Jonathan was most likely. Did she regret letting him go so easily when Beatrice walked back into his life? She threw her head back in laughter. "You're funny. I miss Jonathan. I still will till tomorrow," she said softly, his name sounding so intimate. I hated the way she said his name. I hated the look of adoration in her eyes when she said his name. Fuck, I hated everything about that stupid man. "But it's not about him. Our separation was amicable, Richy. And now he's a huge part of my life, along with Beatrice. I love them a lot. I think I might love Beatrice more than I love Jonathan, you know? She's such a lovely woman."

There are some lingering doubts I need answers to,' Alice pondered, settling into the back seat of the car, directing the chauffeur, "Drive me to the Beverly Crest mansion." 'For the past few days, doubts about Mason's fidelity have lingered in my mind. I want certainty before confronting him, hence choosing tonight. Mason believes I'm partying in my apartment, unaware of my return to our bridal house. I'm confident he'll lower his guard,' Alice ruminated, her head resting against the back post of the seat.

I couldn't overlook High Queen's contribution though, she had provided me with many books and manuscripts that I loved reading. "I don't want any disturbance", I ordered Bastian who was standing at the foot of the staircase. He bowed as he remained standing stoically. As soon as I reached the library, I went to the section where I had compiled the books about the evolution of our kind. I started perusing through the spines and when my gaze rested upon the black spined golden bordered book, I took it out. This was the latest collection, written by one of the Royals - Diana, after a lot of research. It dealt with how we find our mates and how the connection is strengthened. I flicked through t

Chapter One: Author: The Mind Surgeon The dress was perfect. That was the only thought anchoring Zara Sterling’s mind as she stood before the full-length mirror in the bridal suite of the Elysian Grand Hotel. Her fingers trembled slightly, smoothing the ivory silk over her hips. Seven thousand dollars of hand-stitched lace and French satin. It featured a sweetheart neckline that had made her mother weep during the final fitting, and a cathedral train that pooled around her feet like spilled moonlight.

“Wait until she is done, and then guess the lie.” “Oh, right. Sorry.” Jessica sipped her own boat drink through the curly straw. Bridget smiled wider and continued. Her gaze shifted to Nicholas at my right side. “I am in love with Prince Nicholas.” My heart twisted uncomfortably in my chest. Was that a truth? Was it a lie? What would be the third thing she said? Then her gaze slid to me. Her smile sharpened. “I am in love with Prince Julian.” The air felt sucked from the entire universe. I immediately turned to look at Julian, whose gaze had dropped to the ground.

I looked up and felt my stomach drop. A woman walked in, tall and elegant in a designer dress that probably cost more than my monthly revenue. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled, her makeup flawless, her entire presence screaming old money and privilege. She moved through the bookstore like she owned it, her critical gaze sweeping over the modest shelves and worn carpet. When her eyes landed on me, her red lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You must be Anastasia," she said, her voice smooth and cultured. "Christopher's little wife."

A maid entered, not meeting my eyes, pushing a cart with covered trays and a single package on top. “Your breakfast, ma’am,” she murmured before walking away. “Wait-this package. Who sent it?” But she was already gone. The box was a little heavy, expensive-looking. I opened it slowly and froze. Inside was a crimson-red dress. Short, very revealing and silky Underneath lay a pair of silver heels and a folded note: ‘Be ready by 2:30pm. I’ll pick you up.’ I frowned. Damon? He'd just said 4pm in his text. Why the change?

GERALD The house was too quiet when I returned from the board meeting. The kind of silence that wraps around your neck like a noose. Heavy and unsettling. I had no idea I'd walked straight into another kind of war. I loosened my tie and walked through the hallway. I could perceive the scent of Vivienne’s musky vanilla perfume I’d grown used to ignoring. Then I saw her. She was by the dresser, her back to me, shoulders squared, like she’d been carved out of stone. Her suitcase was open, a sleek maroon box on the floor, half-filled with dresses, jewelry, and her familiar gold makeup kit.