Bridgerton Original Books Novels & Stories

Chapter One: Author: The Mind Surgeon The dress was perfect. That was the only thought anchoring Zara Sterling’s mind as she stood before the full-length mirror in the bridal suite of the Elysian Grand Hotel. Her fingers trembled slightly, smoothing the ivory silk over her hips. Seven thousand dollars of hand-stitched lace and French satin. It featured a sweetheart neckline that had made her mother weep during the final fitting, and a cathedral train that pooled around her feet like spilled moonlight.

Sun poured through the high windows of the Steele mansion, catching on glass vases and polished marble, turning everything soft and expensive and… wrong. Evelyn sat at the long dining table with a notebook open in front of her, untouched pen resting across the middle. A huge wedding planning binder lay nearby — velvet cover, gold lettering, thick pages like a promise she hadn’t made with her whole heart. Her mother was flipping through a magazine of wedding cakes, murmuring things like tiered fondant and orchids would be elegant. Tracy, her younger sister, had her elbows on the table, scrolling through her phone with impatient energy.

She held a wine in her hand that kept swinging as though it was going to spill from the glass because she wasn’t holding it properly. Vaughn gently removed her hand and smiled. It was the first time I saw him smile since the party began. I began to realize he must have liked her too. I could not understand how any man would be able to stand a woman who was not courteous and who behaved the way she did. I smiled despite the sinister thoughts that ran through my mind as Charlotte acted as though I wasn’t visible at my wedding. “So much drama…” I thought, unknowing to me that I was audible.

A detail so small she almost missed it. Around the girl’s neck— A silver crescent moon necklace glinted faintly beneath the rain. The same necklace Victor sent her this morning. Aria’s stomach dropped violently. “No…” Ethan followed her gaze. And the moment he saw the necklace, all color drained from his face. Because suddenly there was only one explanation left. Either someone had spent years creating an impossible lie— Or Aria Bennett had somehow been standing at the marina the night Isabella Hale disappeared.

“Of course. Do you think a simple cohabitation story will keep the board satisfied? We need commitment, Ethan. A wedding date. Rings. A press release that will send Asher running for cover.” I leaned back, massaging my temples. “This is spiraling.” “It’s strategy,” he corrected coldly. “And it’s working. Keep playing your part.” But then, one evening, something shifted. I found her in the library, sitting by the fireplace, tracing the spine of a book with a furrowed brow. She didn’t hear me come in. “Claire,” I said softly. She jumped slightly, turning toward me. “Ethan. I was just… I don’t know. This book. I’ve read three pages and I feel like I’ve read it before. Isn’t that weird?”

•This is a standalone book (Book 2 of Falling For the Blind Billionaire) The Billionaire Ex-Lover's Revenge By Edna Bruce (a.k.a Yourpsychodreams) Vincenzo Santoro: a poker face man who never listens or understands. He thinks and believes men fail because they listen to women. he believes women are always wrong with reasons like intimidation, fear, aggravation, and with a low point of view and ideas. He never hesitates for a minute before he leaves you startled by your word.

"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!"

She let out a breath, shaking her head as she left the chair before pointing at me. “Let me break it down for you to understand. The bookshop you lockpicked— don't even fucking argue against that. I know for a FACT thai I locked it— and intruded on is MINE and it's on the other side of this room which I ALSO own because I own the entire BUILDING.” She huffed indignantly.

Not loosing her virginity. Aria felt disappionted in herself. And being unable to vividly remember what had led to this made her frustrated as she ran her fingers through her hair. When her hands fell back to her chest, she noticed a glistening diamond ring on her fourth finger. She wasn't a fan of rings, she couldn't remember owning one. What was happening?

She put them earlier on the chair next to her before sitting down. "All in all, I have ten sweet, beautiful ladies on the list. They're the most eligible woman around Castleburgh and Dalton. They are all from reputable families." She stood up slightly and handed the folder to me. I accepted it, but my eyes shifted to her waist pocket as something sparkled from there. Not to my intention to look her on that side, but it seems like the one that sparkles is the tail of a G-Dragon. I furrowed my brows and looked at it again, but she had already sat down. . c.m. louden