Bridgerton Original Books Novels & Stories

"I said, His Highness is free before nine." "Damn you, Abby! I've told you I don't want to meet any lord or duke or whoever with the title." Edvard scowled. He had plenty of noble fathers who wanted to play matchmaker, matchmaking their daughters and him. Like they were selling their daughters. "Lord Silverstone doesn't have any daughter, Your Highness." Said Abigail calmly. Twenty years being Edvard's personal assistant, she knew him inside out. She didn't hesitate to make physical contact, like she did earlier, forcing him back to sit. But she never left the honorific behind whenever she talked to him.

I looked up and felt my stomach drop. A woman walked in, tall and elegant in a designer dress that probably cost more than my monthly revenue. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled, her makeup flawless, her entire presence screaming old money and privilege. She moved through the bookstore like she owned it, her critical gaze sweeping over the modest shelves and worn carpet. When her eyes landed on me, her red lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You must be Anastasia," she said, her voice smooth and cultured. "Christopher's little wife."

"Don't say that. Because she has never doubted your love for her and she has never say that. I promise you that I will try my best to take care of her. To cherish her" After that, he led me back to the living room which was decorated beautifully for this specific occasion. I sat down waiting for the engagement to start. Before I could ask anything, Zahir nudged me to look up. There she was on her way down the stairs holding Azaan's hand. I could hear the guests' whispers. I gave her an encouraging smile hoping that she was calm and not as nervous as I was. Her dress was matched with Azaan. Except they had different patterns.

Today made it three years with Evan Crentford – my fiancée, the man I loved with all my heart and who claims he could not live without me. I had practically floated home, already imagining walking through the door with a huge bouquet of flowers and a wide smile. I took a step into the dark home, and… POP! The light turned on instantly, and at the same time, a shower of gold and silver ribbons exploded in my face. I took a deep breath, and gasped. Stumbling back as the cascade of paper and glitter rained on me. For a very brief moment, I was filled with nothing else but joy.

“Come inside.” I didn’t argue. The elevator ride was silent. The kind of silence that buzzed. Back in the penthouse, the bridal suite was everything I had expected and somehow worse. Candlelight flickered across the marble floors, soft music whispered from hidden speakers, and rose petals lay scattered like spilled secrets. A bottle of champagne waited on a silver tray. Two glasses. Crystal, of course. Sebastian walked to the window, his back to me. I remained near the door, my bare feet pressing into the plush carpet.

She muttered. "You don't have to worry about her, This is what he brought for you. Come let me show you" Madame Virginia dragged her towards the Antique room. "What's inside there?" Amelia asked curiously while following her. "When we go in, you will see" Madame Virginia continued with the mysterious act until she entered the room. "Ta-da!" Madame Virginia waved her hand "Wow" Amelia mouthed and looked at the dress that was in the room. "It's so beautiful." It's a purple backless dress, with black and silver stripes all around it.

Everything they discuss was new and beyond my human knowledge which resulted in my brain even getting more baffled. Part of me wanted to just disappear from the living area since no one seems to be concerned about my well-being. Not even Charles. "Bring her to my clinic." Mrs. Bridgerton ordered them. Then, she and her husband slide to the dead wolf and checked his claws and fangs. As soon as Randolph places my body on the stretcher, he immediately leaves the room. Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton then stepped into the room and attached electrical wires and tubes to my body.

A soft knock suddenly echoed from the door. Before she could answer, a maid entered respectfully. “Good morning, ma’am.” Ariana immediately stood awkwardly. “G-Good morning.” “The young master already left for work. Madam Vanessa instructed us to prepare you for breakfast downstairs.” Ariana nodded quietly. The maid smiled politely, though Ariana still noticed the curiosity in her eyes. Everyone inside this mansion was probably wondering the same thing. Why did Damien Monteverde marry someone like her? Thirty minutes later, Ariana carefully walked downstairs wearing a simple cream-colored dress chosen by the stylists earlier. Even the dress felt expensive. Everything here reminded her that s

"I'm going to show up at the family dinner next month and watch her face when she realizes I actually came back from London." "You did say you were moving there permanently," Damien pointed out. "Yeah, well, I got bored. London's great, but I missed home. Missed you. Missed this little guy." Adrian reached back to ruffle Ethan’s hair. "And besides, I heard from Amira that my big brother went and got himself married without telling anyone. I had to come back and meet this mysterious woman." Damien's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "It's complicated." "Everything with you is complicated," Adrian said cheerfully. "So, what's she like? This new Mrs. Carrington?"