Novel & Cerita Bridgerton Novel Order

Hey, lovelies! Thank you so much to all of you who have waited for this book's release through the setbacks! For those of you who are new here, this is the fourth installment and should be read after Timber, Mated to Brianna, and Mylo (which is at the end of Timber), but for sure after Mated to Brianna which will set the stage and characters for this book. This book is a slow burn with some spicy heat later on - and lots of it! It’s going to have a few M-M moments, possible triggers, and the heirs can have quite the potty mouths.

“It is none of your concern. Just let me go back and forget you ever met me.” “I can’t. Don’t you think I’ve tried since we arrived? You can’t tell me you didn’t feel anything when we brushed our arms as you passed by me.” He reaches out with his right hand for mine, but I put a little more space between us. “My alpha told you I’m unavailable. His word is law. For you to continue after being told no, would break his trust and could affect Waylen’s potential union with Gabby. So, why are you doing this again?” The basket grows heavier by the second, and I place it beside me on the ground. “You shouldn’t want me and–”

Amelia's Pov The Sterling mansion wasn’t a home. It was a world carved out of silence. From the moment I walked in, I felt like I’d stepped into a snow globe. It was beautiful, fragile, and suffocating. Everything shone too brightly, too perfectly. The marble floors reflected my face like a mirror, pale and expressionless. Even the air smelled of wealth and distance; lavender polish and cold marble. Three mornings had passed since I’d become Mrs. Amelia Sterling. Three mornings of pretending not to notice the way my husband barely looked at me.

The metal gleamed under the moonlight, the letters CRIMINAL carved boldly into its surface. Caspian’s entire body jolted. “Wait, wait, please…” The iron was lowered closer, the heat radiating against his chest. The acrid scent of hot metal filled the air. “STOP!” Caspian screamed, shaking violently. “I did it… I did it, okay? But not because of you! I… I didn’t even know who you were!” Daniel’s smirk didn’t waver. “Go on.” “It was… it was her,” Caspian stammered. “I hated Belacroix. I… I hated her for ruining my life. She left me because she got rich. She took everything, everything, and I wanted to destroy her!”

Instead, her chest tugged just a little, because under all the princely arrogance and dramatic mystery, he looked… lost. “Oh, I am so going to write a blockbuster best-selling novel when I get back to my world,” Lyra declared, eyes gleaming with excitement. She threw her hands in the air. “Seriously, the ‘Prince Who Thought I Was His Dead Girlfriend’ has N*****x series written all over it. Eat your heart out, Bridgerton.” Elias smiled at her. “You have a deal,” he said simply. Lyra grinned, feeling unusually triumphant, and extended her hand for a shake—business-like, as if this was some legally binding contract between mildly dysfunctional time-crossed humans.

my voice came low, and I watched as Olivia's shoulders stiffened just a little at the sound of my voice behind her. She nodded, her lips curving into a soft smile of appreciation. "Yeah, it's being difficult today." I shifted closer, my heart racing at only a marginally quicker pace than usual. I reached up and took the necklace from her hands, the action really driving deep the feeling of how close I was standing to her. The scent of her perfume cascaded into my senses in light floral waves, making me high. As I fastened the clasp, my fingers brushed against the nape of her neck, sending a minor jolt through me.

Brooklyn’s respect for Doriane grew instantly and their first interaction now made sense. Brooklyn nodded at Doriane, who seemed almost timid in her shell as she slowly gripped her mate’s hand. A small twitch of Levi’s stern lip didn’t go unseen at his mate’s shy movement. Brooklyn could practically feel the bond between them as Doriane stole a glance at this stern man. She watched the woman cling to her mate and she glow that Levi inherited from her touch. The dynamics between the two were both sweet and left an ache in her chest. Her own pair of golden eyes had an empty hole burning in her chest.

He kept noticing. The car stopped. I got out and breathed the open air and tried to leave the last two hours in the vehicle where they belonged. The first bridal store was genuinely beautiful. Enormous glass windows along the front. Crystal chandeliers throwing fractured light across everything. Rows of white and ivory and cream arranged with the particular care of a place that understood it was selling more than fabric. For a moment, standing in the entrance with the light catching the sequins on the nearest gown, something in me lifted. This was real. I was getting married. I was going to be Fabian's Luna. Three more weeks and everything would be different.

He was halfway through the infrastructure investment update when the door opened. Everyone looked. Kate Bridgerton walked in. She was twelve minutes late, which was unusual enough that it registered. She was also wearing a charcoal suit that Seris did not recognize, which meant she had bought it recently. Her hair was up. She had a leather folder under one arm and the expression of someone who knew she was late and had decided that how you entered a room mattered more than when. "My apologies," she said, to the room and no one specifically. "Medical situation in the family. I appreciate your patience."

"W-what important thing? We just… we just agreed to this… shouldn't we… I don't know… take things slow?" Alexander caught my nervously wringing hands, his thumbs tracing calming circles on my palms. "I'm afraid slow isn't an option. We need to get started right away." His warm breath fanned my face, sending a traitorous shiver through me. My cheeks burned. "N-no! Not that!" I tried to push him away, but he pressed my hands back firmly. "Tch. What exactly is going through that mind of yours?" he asked, the mischievous glint in his eye suddenly replaced with one of pure, innocent earnestness. "The important thing, of course, is selecting your wedding gown."