Bridgerton Prequels Novels & Stories

“Hmph. You don’t miss me. You did not even bother telling me that you are getting married. You married without me!’ Kate accused her, miffed at being left out on her friend’s important day. “We could have planned your wedding together, shopped for a bridal dress together, went food tasting and wine tasting and all the other stuff that best friends do together before one of them got snagged, I could have thrown you a bachelorette party, but we never did all that. You cheated on me, bestie!” The scoff was evident in Kate's voice. Though Wyoming knew that while Kate sounded comical, her words rang true. Wedding preparation is something a bride shares with her best friend. Sadly, she did none of

Do you know why I am marrying you off to The Requiem? "To save your sorry ass." She blurted out. "No. If the whole world was to be set ablaze, the Requiem would come out without a single burn mark. They have been on top for centuries and they'll continue to be." His eyes were on her. He continued, " Everyone in the Requiem is a wolf and you are the Requiem's Bride." With that he stood up, exiting the room. Alejandro was the kind of dangerous that even the dangerous feared.

“Nobody moves until I give the order.” Victor folded his arms. “So this is it.” “Thirty years of running has finally come to an end, Alexander.” The sheriff said, staring at the upper floors. Adrian stayed silent, gaze fixed on the building where Serena waited alone. I forced another smile as Alexander leaned back, looking like we were chatting about something else. Inside, I counted every second. I had already stretched the conversation with questions about his vision and expansion plans. I needed more. “I’ve been doing some research,” I said, crossing my legs and picking up my notes. “I came across Westbridge Holdings.”

"I didn't plan for this Louis, whatever this is?, " I said irritatedly "You're already in it, " he said, pointing at my belle. His movement was abrupt as pulled the chair over to my bedside and made me sit on it. "What do you want to know?, " He asked calmly. "The very first question, I asked, " I said. "I only had one fiance named Lady Nora Gassner daughter to the Prime minister but she dead before we could wed, her murder is still a mystery, " He said as his eyes darkened for a while before he continued.

He shook his whiskey glass before taking another sip. "Is that true, Mr. Brooks?" Gerald looked at the lady's husband with a flat but intimidating gaze. The older adult sitting far across from him seemed to straighten up in his seat but could not answer. "Well well well, how is it Mrs Brooks? Why don't I get a definite answer?" he asked, which made the woman look back at her husband angrily before looking back at Gerald with pitiful eyes. "No, really. Karenina is not missing and I ensure that tomorrow's event will continue as it should. Karenina will return. Tomorrow she will be your bride at the altar." The answer is sure.

"She drove herself off a bridge on her wedding day. But her body was never found." I saw Isabella's mouth open and close like she didn't know what to say. Honestly, there was nothing to say. "I thought maybe I was just seeing things... or wishing too hard," I added, grabbing a pack of ginger chews. "But now..." And then I saw her. Across the aisle. Again. That same brown hair, that same white dress fluttered behind her legs. She walked past the cleaning supplies section, head slightly lowered. "Sara!" I shouted, not even thinking.

When he pulled away, Damien immediately stepped back as if nothing happened. The ceremony ended shortly after. Just like that— Ariana Villareal officially became Mrs. Monteverde. But instead of happiness… She only felt trapped. Outside the chapel, Damien’s assistant handed Ariana several shopping bags and documents. “The prenuptial agreement, ma’am.” Ariana looked confused. “Agreement?” Damien answered calmly. “Read it later.” Her chest tightened. Of course. Even their marriage came with rules. Damien glanced at his watch. “We’re leaving.”

the lady said brightly, already leading me toward racks of gowns. I trailed behind her, my fingers brushing fabrics I never thought I’d touch. Part of me wanted to laugh. Dominic had shattered me with a few words this morning, yet here I was, about to be dressed like some queen. Now we were deep into the store, and when I looked back, Juan wasn’t following us anymore. Just me and this lady. “Wife number four, huh.” Her words cut through my thoughts. I wasn’t sure I heard right, so I said,

Along with this is the ex fiancée of the Prince from the French royalty and also the younger sister of the known billionaire, Gabriel West. Her name wasn’t confirm by the royalty and the following information is still not disclose to protect her royal identity. Further reports will be made later this evening. Have a good day, everyone. Au revoir! ** And so my world crashes. I kneel down on the airport floor and sat, crying. Where are you Neola? 계속 Dundundunduuuun, so what's up?

She stared at me expectantly, the look in her eyes was bounding, it made me want to spill all my secrets. I cracked a wide smile, motioning my hand for her to get closer. She leaned crossed the table that separated us. I moved to her ear. "This is a secret but I felt you should know. I'm publishing a new book soon. I'm going to tell you the title of it, you will promise not to tell anyone till it's out?" Eagerly she nodded. "The Billionaire's Replacement Bride." She gasped as she moved back. Excitement in her eyes before she raced off. I giggled at the sight. I could do this all day.