Bridgerton Prequels Novels & Stories

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

"A fiancée works. What I won't do is bring in some random surrogate. I play by the rules." I tapped the vial in my case and added, almost regretfully, "Let's be honest. If the Buckleys can't produce a legitimate partner, then this hard-earned sample goes to waste. And of course, the 14 million fee still stands." Titus's expression darkened. By the time I finished breakfast, Fiona Churchill had arrived. It was just like Max predicted. She pulled in through the front gates in a white Mercedes G-Wagon and parked in the underground garage.

“Chin up. These women can smell uncertainty. And try not to mention that little family of yours.” The next hour blurred into a series of handshakes and careful conversations. I met Mrs. Lydia Kensington, whose husband ran a pharmaceutical empire, and listened as she droned on about her latest wellness retreat in Switzerland. “You must join me next time, Sarah. It does wonders for the complexion, and the disposition. New brides often find the transition... taxing.” “I’m managing,” I said, accepting a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. The bubbles tickled my nose, but the alcohol felt necessary.

Elizabeth's eyes widen in surprise, her curiosity piqued. Confusion mingles with excitement as she turns to Sebastian, seeking an explanation for this unexpected delivery. "What's happening, Sebastian?" she inquires, her voice tinged with curiosity. Sebastian, always composed and respectful, informs her that the dresses are a gift from Dominic himself. He wants to see her beautifully adorned, a vision of elegance and grace. Elizabeth's heart swells with appreciation for Dominic's thoughtful gesture, a testament to his love and desire to see her happy. “Is there anything else you desire, madam?” As she processes the information, Elizabeth can't help but notice the formal address given to her

She wanted to abort my baby, end her life and all that manipulative shit, because she thought I was going to reject her and the baby. So I made a promise to never let her go through the pregnancy alone with this ring. That night marked the beginning of our relationship. The truth was that I was bethrothed to Veronica now. Willing to drag my attention away from Jasmine, I refocused on the current scene going on in the vip lounge, the room I was currently in. Tonight was marking the launch of yet another one of a grand resort belonging to the Bridgertons. With Jasmine being the artist performing for the crowd outside for this grand event, this was the area reserved for close associates and mos

She trails off, blinking. "London what?" I prod. She waves her hand. "You know, they’ve got a matchmaking market that’s booming. Discreet wealth. Aristocratic lineage. It’s like Bridgerton, but real. We’d kill there." I nod slowly, watching her more than listening. She’s flustered. Unfocused. And she never forgets her pitch. If Elena Vasquez is rambling, something’s rattled her. Or she’s so tired she’s going to keel over any moment now.

She is meeting with the stranger she will be getting married to in a week. You would wonder what the Spencer family gets in return if her family planned all of this. An heir. That is all that was required of her. A loveless marriage to produce an heir. The two families, Spenser and Hastings had sworn long ago to strengthen the alliance between them. Cassandra tried to keep her mind off the reading of the will, just two weeks ago, everything was perfect. Her life was normal and all other things were going on well. Two weeks ago, her boyfriend, Mark…

Hello my dear readers, thank you so much for reading “Billionaire Substitute Bride”. Thank you for your support and patience. I’m here to inform you that this is the end of book 1. The story will continue in book 2. Book 2 entails all your unanswered questions in book 1, like; is Noah really dead? How far is Maria willing to go to achieve her revenge? Maria’s real identity, Mia’s real identity, as well as, Noah’s real identity.

She was really going to be getting married. Iris was ushered outside the mansion alongside a bridal train filled with girls she had never seen in her entire life. The only person she knew was Alanna, her chief bridesmaid. Iris didn’t dare to ask where they had gotten ten girls to pretend like they were her friends. Iris gasped when she saw a limousine sitting majestically at the house’s entrance. She had never been in one before since she was born. The car was so sleek and expensive, she was reluctant to enter but Alanna had nudged her forward and she sat in the most comfortable seats she had ever seen in her life.