Bridgerton Prequels Novels & Stories

My father catches her just in time. "What are we going to do, Martin? The guests are out there, and worse, the Sinclairs are waiting for us to provide them with a daughter-in-law to seal the deal. We can't go out there and tell them that the bride won't be coming today; we can't," my father soothes her, telling her it's going to be alright. "We'll figure it out." He tells her. "I'm sorry, but we don't have time to figure it out," Adrian interjects. His voice was cold, and from the way his brows were furrowed, he was just as much confused as I was.

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.”

ASTRID It was Mia, my look-alike cousin who had chosen to be the prodigal daughter. “Mia?” My aunt asked, blinking to see if it truly was her long-lost child that just walked in. My uncle had the same dumbstruck look on his face as he approached her. “Is that really you?” All the guests had their gaze sweeping from Mia — me, to the woman at the door whose name was also Mia. They spoke in small hushes.

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.

Gregorio stares at his leader for several second before nodded, “I understand.” “And you, Joshua. I believe that this couple will be back again. When the time has come, catch them and bring them here. I'd like to have some conversation with them.” Desmond's voice sound firm and strong. Making him have no intention to disobey his order. Joshua bowed before he left and said, “As you wish, My Lord.” *** “Now, you may kiss the bridge.” Said the priest to Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton. The guest clapped their hand when the newlywed were kissing their spouse with passionately.

Serafina Marazona The early morning sunlight spilled through the bedroom windows, painting long golden lines across the sheets. I remained where I was, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing it. Sleep had come in broken pieces throughout the night, interrupted by memories of locked doors, Cassandra’s questions, Vincenzo’s silence, and the promise I had made simply to survive. Now that I had made it back to the estate alive, another battle waited for me. I had given my word, and whether it had been made under threat or not, I had no intention of pretending it had never happened. If I wanted Vincenzo to treat me as something more than a frightened girl hidden behind his name, then I h

Miriam darted across the sharp corner, her black veil fluttering behind her. She held her breath, avoiding detection. Suddenly, a tap on her shoulder made her spin around. A man in a face cap, dirty jeans, and a faded T-shirt stood before her. He nodded, and Miriam slid out a wrapped object from beneath her dress, handing it to him with a swift motion. Their eyes locked briefly before she vanished into the shadows. **** Frederick paced back and forth in his office, papers scattered, chairs overturned, and his assistant cowered in the corner. Cassie burst in, surprised at how messed up the office looked.

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE FOURTEEN THEME: The arranged marriage CHICAGO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA IAN BRYANT MANSION Mr Griffin rushed into the kitchen after a maid informed him that Ian instructed her to leave the chores. "What's going on, sir Ian?” Ian heard Mr Griffin’s voice behind him in the kitchen. "Nothing.” He mumbled and concentrated on the dishes he was washing in the sink.