Bridgerton Prequels Novels & Stories

she mused, "why is Eleanor owing Élan Luxe?" Adrian lifted a brow at the question. Scarlett tapped a manicured finger against the armrest. "That bit of information was unexpected. Her family is, or at least was one of the elites. When did things go so wrong for her?" Adrian let out a quiet chuckle, resting his elbows on his knees. "Ah, now that’s an interesting story." Scarlett leaned in slightly, and Adrian didn’t keep her waiting. “Her husband,” he began, pouring himself a fresh glass of whiskey, “is Charles Sinclair the youngest son of Sinclair Industries.”

She could hear from his voice he was pouting like a child whose favourite toy had just been taken away. ‘I was working late.’ ‘I tried the office. They said you’d gone home.’ ‘I told them to say that, David. I didn’t want to be disturbed.’ ‘Oh, pity. There’s nothing wrong, is there?’ ‘No,’ she lied. ‘Look, Bridget asked me to find out what she should wear. I think she’s got the idea that ermine and tiaras are statutory with members of the British aristocracy.’ ‘It’s black tie for the men. Something slinky and long would be nice.’

"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.

She wondered who they were talking about so she moved closer to them without them noticing. “After he had walked past us, his scent still lingered in the air and I love it. Don’t you?” One of the maids squealed, careful not to raise her voice so high that it’d call the attention of the object of admiration. “I do but do you know we ought not to speak about the prince in this manner?” “The prince?” Amelia frowned. “Did I finally run into my soon-to-be husband?” She scoffed. “We could be punished if we get caught.” The second maid cringed.

Roland assessed the lady and nodded in satisfaction, she was a beauty. "Yo man, you got a big fish here to satisfy you." Liam teased. Chris lazily turned his gaze toward the lady standing before him like an obedient lamb. He belched and said, "You look familiar, young lady, have we made out before?" Cara bent her head more and wished for a saving grace.

But even alcohol couldn’t subside my irritation, anger, and sickness. Kit pulled his phone out and handed it to me. “This is the conversation between John and a woman. They talked about a marriage replacement and referred to a name, Olive.” “So she is indeed the substitute bride! h*ll, man!” Dane snatched the phone from my hand. “I had been suspicious since the moment I studied her actions. Even Huxley warned me.” “Olive Black, this name! Could you find something about her?” “The investigation is in process. But if the name was on her booklet, that could be her true name. Why don’t you ask her?”

"What's the first?" His lips curved slightly. "Realizing my substitute bride was never a substitute at all." My heart stuttered. Before I could respond, his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, his expression hardening. "Adrian Blake just texted you," he said coolly, holding up my phone. "He wants to meet tonight." Heat rushed to my face. "You went through my phone?" "I'm protecting my investment." He handed it back. "Tell him you're bringing someone."

“Thorne is a legend. And not the good kind. He’s the reason Sterling’s private life is a black hole. If he’s on you already, you need to be perfect.” “I know.” I took a long sip of water. “I saw the penthouse. It’s... cold. Empty. It’s like he bought the most expensive box in the world and has no idea what to put in it. He said he wants a story of ‘control’ and ‘discernment’.” “Sounds like a cheery guy,” Lena deadpanned. “He asked me about the champagne.” I set the glass down, the clink loud in the quiet room. “As I was leaving. He asked if it was really an accident.”

But everyone had weaknesses and I just had to find his before those four days ran out. On the second day Miranda came to me with information she had discovered while going through older files that Tobin had kept locked away. "Marco had a wife who died five years ago," Miranda explained while showing me photos of a young woman with dark hair and a soft smile. "Her name was Isabella and by all accounts he was completely devoted to her and he never remarried after she died." I studied the photos and noticed that Isabella had a similar build to me and similar coloring and I wondered if that was significant or just a coincidence. "What else do we know about her?"

Adrian Cross smiled for the cameras like a man who had just conquered the world. Beside him stood Elena Langford, glowing beneath the flashes of expensive cameras and media attention, every inch the perfect rich man’s bride. The internet was obsessed already. Business blogs called it the union of the year. Investors called it strategic. The public called it romantic. I called it predictable. A humorless smile tugged briefly at my lips before disappearing just as quickly. Adrian had always been ambitious, but the problem with ambitious men was that they eventually confused greed for intelligence. Marrying Leonard Langford’s daughter was not love. It was business. A move. A transaction wrappe