Bridgerton Novel Order Novels & Stories

I didn’t think she wanted the radio on and engaging in pointless conversation seemed well…pointless. All we had was the weight of what had happened yesterday hanging between us like smoke. When the mansion gates finally opened, I pulled the car to a smooth stop in the driveway. “Rest in your room,” I told her, my voice low and commanding. It wasn’t a suggestion. Astrid nodded without looking at me, slipping out of the car like mist. I watched her disappear through the grand doors before I turned away. There was no time for sentiment. I moved quietly through the halls, my footsteps measured, until I reached the old man’s study.

A detail so small she almost missed it. Around the girl’s neck— A silver crescent moon necklace glinted faintly beneath the rain. The same necklace Victor sent her this morning. Aria’s stomach dropped violently. “No…” Ethan followed her gaze. And the moment he saw the necklace, all color drained from his face. Because suddenly there was only one explanation left. Either someone had spent years creating an impossible lie— Or Aria Bennett had somehow been standing at the marina the night Isabella Hale disappeared.

Damien warned. Too late. A clatter echoed through the hall, followed by a sharp female voice descending the staircase. “Damien, my child, tell me it is not true you married that wretched daughter of McCracken. It’s all over the news—” The woman stopped abruptly when she saw Benita. Her sharp gaze moved from her son to the young woman standing beside her favorite porcelain now broken. “Damien?” she raised a brow. Damien stepped beside Benita. “Mother, meet Benita Blackwell—my wife. Benny, my mother, Clarissa Blackwell.”

The first thing Aria Monroe noticed was the silence. It was wrong. A wedding morning should never be this quiet. There should have been laughter spilling down the grand staircase, the rustle of silk dresses, the clinking of champagne glasses, her sister’s high-pitched voice barking orders at the makeup artists. There should have been music, chaos, excitement—something. Instead, the mansion felt like a grave. Aria paused at the foot of the stairs, her fingers tightening around the tray of untouched tea she had been asked to bring upstairs. Even the servants moved differently, whispering instead of speaking, their footsteps careful, as though afraid to disturb something fragile… or dangerous.

“You’re not upset?” “Oh, I’m absolutely outraged,” she said, rising to her feet in one fluid motion. “But not because you lied. Because you thought I wouldn’t find out.” Michael flinched. “Wait—you knew?” I kept my face blank. Carefully blank. She turned her back to us, walking slowly toward the sideboard where a crystal decanter shimmered in the light. “You think I didn’t notice how a contract suddenly turned into candlelit dinners and stolen glances? Please. I may be old, but I’m not blind.”

“That’s fine, and I’m sorry. But I think you were very brave for taking responsibility.” “Thank you,” she said, rising back to her feet. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was the reason behind why she was so guarded. I could dig deeper and find out, but out of respect for her privacy, I wouldn’t. Maybe one day she’d trust me enough to tell me herself. “What is next on my schedule?” “You have an appointment with Sir John in three hours, and after that, you have another with someone who calls herself The Baroness?” The Baroness, aka, Beatrice was a business associate of mine. Since the Callister’s fortune had been invested in numerous clean businesses, I’d been dealing with a lot more bu

“Don’t make this more dramatic than it needs to be.” I felt tears sting the back of my eyes. I swallowed them back. “Just—tell me why.” He turned away slightly. “You know why.” I swallowed. But I didn’t know. Not really. I thought I did, but now I realized how little I understood. Vanessa stepped forward, placing herself between us, like a lit barrier. “Excuse me. Shall we begin the rehearsal? We’ve wasted enough time.” The planner nodded again, and the usher motioned for us to take positions. The music started, and I forced myself to walk—slowly, forward, in my heels—down the aisle I’d always imagined walking as his bride.

Of course, even if Olivia didn't introduce the value of these furniture and decorations, Cathy knew that the value of these things based on the texture of these things would not be cheaper than that of Lewis's house. At the moment Olivia, Cathy, and Eric were sitting on the soft sofa in the living room looking through the brochures of new clothes and jewelry that had been delivered by the major brands. But mostly Olivia was picking them out, as Cathy and Eric didn't know much about them and just watched Olivia pick out the matching ones. "I think it looks good." Cathy complimented as she looked at the galactic necklace set with countless diamonds in the brochure. "Okay, we'll book this serie

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage but I didn’t mind it right now. I’ve been communicating with my fiancé for a long time now over letters.

“Come inside.” I didn’t argue. The elevator ride was silent. The kind of silence that buzzed. Back in the penthouse, the bridal suite was everything I had expected and somehow worse. Candlelight flickered across the marble floors, soft music whispered from hidden speakers, and rose petals lay scattered like spilled secrets. A bottle of champagne waited on a silver tray. Two glasses. Crystal, of course. Sebastian walked to the window, his back to me. I remained near the door, my bare feet pressing into the plush carpet.