Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Her eyes glimmered with desperate hunger, but to Alejandro, the display was pathetic, even revolting. “I invited myself,” she purred, her smile dripping with arrogance. “After all, I’ll be the queen of this mansion soon.” She looked at him as though he were a meal she intended to devour. Alejandro’s lip curled in disgust. “Out. Now.” His tone was ice. But Bridgette didn’t move. She only smiled wider, her defiance as brazen as her presence. Slowly, deliberately, she slid her hands along her sides and peeled her dress away, letting it fall to the floor.

The house was huge, huger than Nic- you know what it was the biggest house I had seen. It resembled the Bridgerton House from Bridgerton, like a fancy British house in the landscapes of the United Kingdom. It had so many rooms one would think, the extended family lived here too. Decking the walls were portraits of Marie, Gregory and Isadora and some pretty fancy paintings that screamed museum just by looking at it. After having a full detour of the house, I decided to explore the outside. But as fate would have it, just by the huge exterior pool, a distraught Isadora sat, her eyes downcast on the azure blue liquid.

Anna flinched at her and in a hurry, she apologized to them. "I---I am sorry. I---I w--was just talking gibberish."Anna apologized bowing her head. "Stupid nerd! We don't need your opinion. Just stay quietly behind us." Dawn said arrogantly. Anna bowed her head even more. All of a sudden, a graceful voice was heard in front of them who heard them talking about Erella. "Lady Foster, why do you think their assumptions were wrong?" Bridgette Atkinson suddenly asked smiling. She was smiling but her eyes didn't show the gladness her mouth is showing. Bridgette Atkinson was the only daughter of Duke Atkinson in the western Kingdom of Arryn.

"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!"

" A woman stepped forward, draped in gold silk. Seraphina Beryl—the heiress everyone expected Houston to marry to seal the merger. She was stunning, but her eyes were like shards of glass as they landed on Brittany. "Houston," Seraphina purred, placing a manicured hand on his arm. "I heard you picked up something... interesting... at that auction. I didn't realize you were into charity cases." Houston’s face remained a mask of stone. "Brittany is my fiancée, Seraphina. "A fiancée?" Seraphina laughed, her voice carrying across the ballroom. "How quaint. I didn't know the Vane Empire was being built on used goods.

James stammered, crawling backward. Akam crouched before him, his glowing eyes locking onto James. “nothing too personal.” James didn’t even have time to scream. Nellie Bridge – Heiress to the Bridge Empire and daughter of a billionaire senator Sir Muhammad Nellie paced her lavish bedroom, her phone pressed to her ear. She was deep in conversation with her fiancé, discussing their upcoming wedding. The sound of gunfire shattered the tranquility of the night. She froze, the phone slipping from her hand as her bodyguards’ shouts echoed through the house.

Her breath caught at the word. Queen. She looked at Dante—really looked at him. “What do I do?” Dante stepped closer, lowering his forehead to hers. “You survive tonight.” He pressed a small, cold object into her palm. A ring. Engraved with the serpent and crown. “This belonged to your mother,” he said. “And before her—Isabella.” Amara closed her fingers around it. “And after tonight?” she whispered. Dante’s eyes burned with loyalty and war. “After tonight,” he said, “you decide whether the world burns… or bows.”

Adrian Cross smiled for the cameras like a man who had just conquered the world. Beside him stood Elena Langford, glowing beneath the flashes of expensive cameras and media attention, every inch the perfect rich man’s bride. The internet was obsessed already. Business blogs called it the union of the year. Investors called it strategic. The public called it romantic. I called it predictable. A humorless smile tugged briefly at my lips before disappearing just as quickly. Adrian had always been ambitious, but the problem with ambitious men was that they eventually confused greed for intelligence. Marrying Leonard Langford’s daughter was not love. It was business. A move. A transaction wrappe

"No you are not Vee. You are Vicktor Raven. Who I will marry till he inherits her company and I will take care of my family. That's it." "It's better for you to break this delusion of yours. I'm not gonna let you go anywhere. You love me don't forget that. And don't let that words of mine put your mind in his grip. Those were meant for your father just your father. That was my only way. And yes you did hurt me when you went to actually consider Nicholas 's offer. But it doesn't matter anymore since I took care of it. So Ms.Wife we are gonna be married soon look after that. And look forward for our wedding night. I'm not gonna let you sleep. So sleep as much as you want for this week. "

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "