Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Alice's heart raced, contemplating her bold move to offer herself in marriage without meeting her future spouse, only to find herself in a surprisingly favorable situation. 'Isn't that Andrew Kingston, the famed business tycoon? Word has it that even Richie Rich can't tally up the sheer number of businesses he commands. And, as if that's not enough, he's the singular force behind Royman Productions, consistently delivering box office hits. Is he born into wealth, or is there a lucky charm in play?'

The bridge always seems as if it would break any moment, but it never happened. We both walked and I could feel the sweat in her palm and the fear she felt by the time we walked over it. I smiled as I felt her fear. "Who lives here?" She asked instantly and her voice was husky. We stepped down from the bridge and I answered. "My mother" I answered. "Your stepmother?" She asked. "How you know that?" I instantly questioned. "Nagma talks a lot." She replied and I understood in a moment. We walked through the few more galleries, gardens and reached the most beautiful chamber of this part of the Empire.

She shook her head. Kamron groaned. “It’s going to be a period drama, isn’t it?” I glanced at Kimia, and saw her grinning. “Ah, but what kind of period? Regency? Western? TV series? Actual movie?” I was getting into teasing Kamron about all the options when Kimia interrupted me. “I’m thinking maybe Bridgerton or maybe Charade?” Her eyes were brighter, and showing excitement. Our younger sisters began to object to Bridgerton. “Mom won’t let me watch Bridgerton!” Mallory whined.

Emily bowed her head at me and excused herself. As I continued to head up the stairs, my phone beeped out loud startling me. I fetched it from my pocket and gazed at the text from the unknown number. I clutched my chest tight in fear as I read the message out loud. "Happy marriage life Dante De Luca, Game on."

No matter how much more they pestered her, she would not say anything of interest and since they were here already, it would not be long before they saw the groom. They continued to ask about everything else, trying their best not to talk about Vida and her groom-to-be. They entered the house chatting loudly as they walked into the living room. "Oh my god of all sexiness," Gia said in a cat-calling voice as she stopped, causing all of the girls to stop. They all followed their eyes, and they landed on Axel standing in the middle of the living room. Vida rolled her eyes at the sight. She hated to admit it, but he was truly sexy and good-looking looking and the way he looked in the midnight bl

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

"I hate to say this but it means that the entire clan of the Bridgertons is going to protect you by all means, Ms. Clarkson." he retorted. "and it might not end well for both of us. So, if you want us to protect you from getting killed by those wolves, cooperate with us before it's gonna be too late." Mr. Bridgerton's statement even worried me the most. I did not completely understand everything he said but I don't want to die either just because I discovered their secrets.

"Is she on a TV show or something? She looks like someone I know." "You don't know her and be thankful. She and Damon were a thing a few times over the last thousand years. Her name is..." Bethany cut him off. "Bridget." "Yes. Go put that up. Don't support her shit. She's a venomous snake. Not sure what my brother ever saw in her." He turned and walked to the cash register with a bunch of items. "Grab what you want and come on. I'll buy, but you have five seconds."

I exclaimed. “Apart from on TV, how many therapists have you seen in your life? I am not talking about those you had a short conversation with. I am saying all the ones you must have seen with your two eyes,” Bridget said shortly. “My guess is none. You are too ordinary to have met a number of therapists in your lifetime. Am I wrong?” I was vexed. I took a deep breath here. “You have a talent for annoying other people. You should take your flowers…” I told her carefully.

My eyes trailed to the 64 inch television hanging on the wall displaying varieties of channels, the complete home theater sound system that could blast the entire wall street out of their houses, then the dining table. It had twenty-four chairs! Is this a conference table because that's exactly how the dining looked. The round glass table was enough to host fifty people in a ball. I noticed the glass table wasn't transparent but opaque glass. Hmm, looks like someone is intelligent. "...and this is Miss Hailey Parker, my bride." I snapped my head back to the little group just in time to hear grumpy's last words. A stupid feeling blossomed in my heart. He had called me his bride, that stupid i