Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"I cannot believe that you will be married after two months of me getting married," Lady Rebecca Dragomir, the 8th Duchess of Belikov, was smiling as she was looking at the new Marchioness of Kain, Lady Emily Hassildor. Emily was smiling weakly at her best friend as Becca was smiling happily at Emily's union with Ian. If only she knew what I was bargaining with the marquis, Emily mused before she was looking at her husband who was talking with Becca's husband, Niklaus Dragomir, the 8th Duke of Belikov.

Everywhere was silent, I heard no one's voice. "Young Miss Victoria, you're awake! Should I bring you something to eat?" Miss Beatrice, the head maid, rushed over, her eyes filled with pity as she spoke. I glanced around, feeling disoriented. "Where is everyone?" I muttered, gripping the railing as I looked downstairs. The house felt eerily quiet, almost too still. That’s when I noticed it. The usually lively sitting room was empty—completely deserted. It felt strange, unsettling even. Miss Beatrice hesitated for a moment before speaking. "It seems you’ve forgotten. Today is Marianne and Sir Clinton’s wedding day."

"Let's just say certain…family obligations require a change in my marital status. And you, Miss Moore, possess a certain charm and…unexpectedness that suits my needs." Charm? Unexpectedness? Such vague answers did little to quell my unease. "But why a baker? There must be a hundred socialites lining up for the chance to be Mrs. Billionaire." A rueful smile played on his lips. "Socialites are predictable, Miss Moore. You, on the other hand, present an intriguing…wild card." Wild card? The term sent a shiver down my spine. Was I signing up to be a pawn in some high-stakes game I didn't even understand?

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

that snaked halfway under the couch. Evan lay beside him, narrating dramatically like a documentary host. “The citizens of Block City are in grave danger.” Allen frowned. “They are not in danger.” “The bridge is unstable.” “You are unstable.” On the couch, Lily sat cross-legged with her doll, brushing its tangled hair with intense focus. “Mommy,” she called without looking up, “Hope needs a wedding dress.” Aria leaned against the counter, smiling. “That’s the third wedding this week.” “Hope is very popular.”

“I read about it, you know.” My steps faltered for the briefest moment, then I forced myself to keep moving. “The big scandal,” he continued, savoring the words like fine wine. “Bryan Adams, the golden boy. The perfect groom. Who left his bride standing at the altar.” My chest burned, and still he wasn’t finished. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharpening into something almost cruel. “That bride was Christiana, wasn’t it?” The words didn’t just hang in the air, they thickened it, smoke curling and coiling until it pressed into my lungs, until it became impossible to breathe without tasting the bitter ash of shame.

Alone in his penthouse apartment on a breezy Friday evening, Nat adjusted the mood lighting to a soft purple hue. The ambient glow washed over the sleek, modern furniture, reflecting off the glass walls and casting long shadows across the room. N*****x was already queued up to Bridgerton, their new shared obsession. Two episodes, they'd agreed. Just two. A bowl of caramel popcorn sat waiting on the marble coffee table, still warm. He glanced at his phone. 8:07 PM. Zara was usually on time. He smiled to himself, imagining her knocking at the door in one of those sleek coats she liked to wear.

Nathan quietly shut the door behind him. Without a word, Sarang lifted the crumbled paper in his hand and read aloud. “It is without a doubt that this season’s finest bachelor is an enigma from the household of the Grand Duke of Eldoria, Prince Nathaniel Blackwell. A young alpha whose presence has ignited a grand stir in the ton and fervent passion in the hearts of hopeful youths. But why now, and more intriguingly, for whom? Whispers travel that this mysterious gentleman seeks one thing–a diamond. A princess, no less. Should yours truly believe his diamond is none other than the First Princess of Eldoria? Will we witness a match between the most dazzling pair of the season, or is this merel