Novel & Cerita Bridgerton Novel Series

"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"

“I wasn’t sure if you would.” “I never miss a strategic opportunity.” She laughed. “I like your dress,” he added casually. And something sharp twisted inside my chest. Of course he likes her dress. He didn’t say a word about mine. I suddenly became hyperaware of the blue fabric hugging my waist. Of the way the back dipped low. Of how Naomi had carefully styled my hair to cascade over one shoulder. Should I have worn red? He introduced me then. “This is Seraphina Cross. She works with me at Obsidian. She’s leading one of our new projects.”

Then another voice echoed across the mansion. “So this is the woman grandfather forced you to marry?” Ariana slowly looked up. A beautiful woman wearing a red designer dress stood near the staircase with crossed arms. Her sharp eyes scanned Ariana from head to toe mockingly. Damien sighed softly. “Vanessa.” Vanessa Monteverde. Damien’s younger sister. Unlike Damien, Vanessa openly showed her disgust. “Oh my God.” Vanessa laughed lightly. “She looks poorer than I expected.” Ariana felt embarrassed instantly. Damien’s expression remained emotionless.

I blinked several times I couldn’t believe my ears. My eyes toward the sealed bedroom doors, then back at him. Realization hit all at once we were trapped, together inside Ethan Black’s bedroom suite the thought alone made me dizzy. Sophie’s muffled voice echoed faintly again through the phone. “On the bright side this is basically a romance novel setup.” Ethan hung up immediately. Silence. Then slowly.. I laughed, loud, free, unhinged, I held my stomach as I continued to laugh, I couldn’t help it, maybe it was exhaustion, stress sleep deprivation but suddenly the entire situation felt absurd and amusing.

It would be Theon’s Story. HEARTS SERIES Book 1: His Winter Heart (Snow and Eion's Story) Book 2: Changing the Billionaire's Heart (Sereia and Phoenix's Story) Book 3: Billionaire’s Heartless Love (Ellaina and Ajax’s Story Book 4: Billionaire’s Undeniable Wife (Theon's story upcoming) And that is all! I hope you;l support my other books as well! Till next story >_< -faith <3 Again, this is only the end of this story. I will continue uploading the next book in the upcoming chapters.

He with his. Two broken people, hiding from the world in an old study filled with forgotten truths. But wasn't he suffering more than I was? A cold billionaire, that was all he was. No peace, no love, no one to call his. Underneath the facade, everything would crumble. He looked like he was on the edge. I tightened my grip around the hem of my dress. I was the one who drove him to the edge of the bridge. He'd said he loved me, how did I repay him?

"Such a delightful couple. We were all so surprised by the news!" Ethan offered a practised smile. "Delighted to be here, Mrs. Van der Meer." He introduced us smoothly, navigating the conversation with practiced ease. I, however, felt like a fraud. Mrs. Van der Meer, known for her scathing gossip column, seemed particularly interested in the details of our "courtship." Every question felt like a landmine, threatening to expose the fabricated nature of our marriage. "So, Mrs. Kingsley," she drawled, her gaze fixed on me, "tell us all about your whirlwind romance."

Katarina My relationship with Jerome had remained nothing short of breathtaking, and although he was out of town at the moment, the passion between us hadn't dwindled a bit. Everything was going smoothly, and I hadn't seen Christopher since the day at the cafe. Things were gradually returning to normal, and everything seemed to be going smoothly until it wasn't.

The car pulled away from the curb, and Millbrook waited four hours further down the road, closer now than it had been an hour ago, and somehow further away than ever. Bertrand looked up from his phone, his face pale in the afternoon light, the color draining out of it the way it does when a person hears something they have waited too long to hear. "Ashgrove Manor says there's a resident named Ruth Preston," he said slowly. "Ninety four years old. Admitted under her married name. Her maiden name, according to their records, was Caldenwood." I turned to Alexander, my breath catching in my chest. "That's not Aldric," I whispered. "That's someone who knew him." "Or someone who loved him," Alexan

she says. We all nod. “So, at the end of season two, her friend found out she’s this Lady Whistledown who wrote shit about her and in the same night she overhears her crush talking shit about her?” Kendell asks. Dianna nods. “Damn talk about hitting you when you’re down…” I whistle. “Play the damn thing I’m interested now…” Kendell says. Paige switches on the tv and looks for the Bridgerton. “Oh, right there’s this girl called Cressida she’s a big bully to Penelope…” Dianna says.