Bridgerton Prequels Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Ethan demanded, his finger tightening on the trigger. "My name is Lady Victoria," the woman said, stopping ten feet away. "I am an emissary for the House of Sterling-Monarch." Ethan’s blood turned to ice. The House of Sterling-Monarch. It wasn't a syndicate. It wasn't a cartel. It was the hidden royal bloodline that had quietly funded Julian Blackwood’s Consortium for a century. They were the apex predators of the European elite. The untouchables.

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

"A show? You call our marriage a show. Breaking my heart and our marriage meant nothing to you?" His voice remained calm, uncaring. "Camille stop being irrational, you were never enough for me. I've moved on. You should too." Tears streamed down her face, her shoulders heaving with sobs. "You've moved on to my sister, Cassie! My twin sister! How could you do that to me Frederick?" "Camille it's time to move forward. I have. And Cassie.... well she's everything you're not. Beautiful, charming and willing to do whatever it takes to keep me happy. She was the one I've always loved and nothing can change that."

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 shook her head. Kamron groaned. “It’s going to be a period drama, isn’t it?” I glanced at Kimia, and saw her grinning. “Ah, but what kind of period? Regency? Western? TV series? Actual movie?” I was getting into teasing Kamron about all the options when Kimia interrupted me. “I’m thinking maybe Bridgerton or maybe Charade?” Her eyes were brighter, and showing excitement. Our younger sisters began to object to Bridgerton. “Mom won’t let me watch Bridgerton!” Mallory whined.

As I sat there, watching the workers move around swiftly, I couldn’t help but notice how the shop was filled with an array of beautiful gowns, each more stunning than the last. The day after tomorrow was the big day - my wedding day. I couldn't believe it was finally happening. Gabby and I had been planning this day for what felt like forever, and now it was almost here. Since the delivery was running a bit late, I decided to look around the shop instead, while I sipped on the champagne that they had provided. I had just been to a cake tasting earlier with Gabby before we separated, and the alcohol seemed blissful after all the cakes I had consumed.

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.

It wasn't her job to do so, but she had insisted, making my dad stay by the side. "Shall we welcome in, the bride of the day!" I heard the priest announce and without hesitation, the doors were opened to me and my mom who was ready to go into the hall. With boldness, I lifted my eyes up to the altar that had both the groom, his best man and the priest. I was going to be my sister's substitute now, I was going to be forced into a marriage I never wanted to have. I was going to ignore every thought I had when suddenly, I saw him. I saw the same billionaire who was at the stripping house, the one I bumped into, the same billionaire I was indebted to.

Duncan was quick to interrupt. "No, I'm not!" I snapped glaring at him. He dragged me off to the other side of the staircase. "What the heck is going on here?" I asked him. He ran his hands through his hair. "Listen, I need you to go along with the flow. He wants you to be his bride, you both are not getting married." I glared at him. "You want me to get married to an unknown person?" "It's just for show, ok, they're gonna explain everything to you," he replied.