Novel & Cerita Bridgerton Original Books

“Never again.” The vows were simple. Honest. Real. And when they kissed, it wasn’t a revelation. It was a continuation. Some love stories begin loudly. Others survive everything first. _____________ Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Billionaire’s Proxy Bride. What began as an idea grew into something far bigger than I imagined, and the support and encouragement I’ve received along the way have meant more than I can properly put into words.Thank you for staying until the end. Thank you for believing in Lena, Damon, and Amara. Thank you for trusting me with your time. Until I write again. 💛

He roared. Twenty-eight years after Charlotte and Sebastian defeat Amy, the novel now centers on the life of their son, Justin. He returns home to take over the Gerano empire but on the day he returns home, he encounters a woman who challenges him to do his worst. He vows to take revenge on her, by bringing her to her knees. Luck is on his side when he finds out she works in his family company. ‘How didn’t I realize that the man I crossed paths with yesterday was my boss. I’m doomed,’ the woman said to herself as she looked at the devil.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage but I didn’t mind it right now. I’ve been communicating with my fiancé for a long time now over letters.

I smiled, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. The dress was beautiful. A custom design from a Parisian atelier, flown in just for me. Layers of delicate lace and silk hugged my body like a second skin, the off-shoulder neckline revealing just enough to be elegant but bold. Tiny crystals had been hand-sewn across the bodice, catching the light with every move I made. If perfection could be stitched together, it would look like this. But perfection had a strange way of feeling… empty. “Vanessa’s going to faint when she sees you walk down the aisle,” Avery said from the couch, flipping through a bridal magazine she wasn’t even pretending to care about. “Bet she’ll ‘accidentally’ wear white to tr

He gulped nervously as she swayed her body sexily across the room, taking slow steps toward him, with a smile plastered on her innocent face. Her red lingerie accentuated her figure and made it difficult to focus on anything else. He could feel his heart throbbing against his chest. Staring at her alluring body was something he could do all day gleefully. He made to get off the bed and take her in his arms, but she waved her finger disapprovingly, stopping him from doing so.

“I, Elena Brook , take you, Adrian Cross, to be my lawful married husband. For better or worse, in poverty and in riches… I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I had heard those words during my brother’s wedding. Those vows, promises, those happy moments, the butterflies that usually fly in everyone’s belly. I had imagined myself saying those words one day. Now hearing them spoken to someone else entirely…it felt like a stab in my chest. And the only thing I knew was no one else but my beloved Man, My fiance was getting married but the bride isn’t me. I could hear my ears ringing. My chest tightened painfully like I was wrapped in someone’s hand and I was being squeezed. I raised my head up to l

Hello reader! I want to take this opportunity to thank you for getting this far into the story. I should have mentioned this in the beginning but it's never to late to do so, right? The book has four parts. We have already gotten through part 1: Helena's Contract and we have four more to follow. A brief overview: Part 1: Helena's Contract Part 2: The Italian Belle Part 3: The English Affair Part 4: Tainted Bloodline

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 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

Johanna and Rhea exclaimed at almost the same time. At their expression, I turned to the mirror to take a look at myself. Without a doubt, they had been intentional about my appearance and my happiness. The dress alone smelt of class, with the corset perfectly accentuating my curves. The fabrics of the gown screamed luxury, and it added elegance and sophistication to my gown. I stared at myself one more time, then turned my face away. Would I be able to do this? Marry someone I hated with a passion? I pondered.