Bridgerton Prequels Novels & Stories

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.

Sorry it’s been a while! You may think that this story has been abandoned, but fear not! You can still follow the adventures of Sybil, John and the others in the sequel–Hidden Heiress: My Ex is Addicted to Me. The story will start a few months later for our characters but the drama is even more intense! I am still working on it but don’t worry, it will come.

I'm uninterested anyway. The first one is Vivian, the daughter of one of the great merchants from Gildsburgh. The second one is Cristelle, the daughter of the Williams empire. The third is Jenny, the daughter of BillandCo, and so on and so forth. Most of them have their names, and none of the candidates are below the average line. None of them are on the average, as they all belong to the top. But their elite status doesn't sway me. I need to find the right one—the one who can give me a magical feeling of love.

There would be many other sequels to book, it will focus on dig deep into the life, emotions and thoughts of other people in this story. There would be one a book for; Tiara Luther and Jeremy Ed _ the rude Italian man who kept rejecting her. Trisha George and Mason Trevor_ her cold wealthy husband who has a mistress. Gladys Jack and Callum Jack _ her estranged and mysterious husband who she has not seen for three years. In the process of constructing all these stories so it might take a while But right after The Billionaire's Upstart Wife is a werewolf story. Stay tuned 😘 Adios 😍

Chapter 6 The Bridgerton family home was, by any reasonable measure, one of the quieter residences in the city's affluent north quarter. It had thick walls, sensible insulation, and neighbors who had long since learned to interpret unusual sounds from the property as simply "something the Bridgerton children were doing" and leave it at that. This had served the family well through six boisterous sons and one daughter who had, at various points in her life, decided to learn the violin, take up competitive fencing, and once—memorably—attempt to breed racing pigeons in the attic.

It was a message from my private security team, tracking the offshore accounts linked to the wedding dowry. I slid the screen open. My breath caught in my throat. Sir, we traced the wire transfer from Lady Eleanor's account. It wasn't sent to Vivian's stepmother. The funds were moved directly into a private account registered under Vivian’s name.

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 told her carefully. “Definitely!” she replied. “I still have plans for us to go to Gun club. It’s the same place I took Smith to years back. It will be the best place for us to cure your trauma as well. That is if you trust me as usual.” “I don’t trust you one bit…” I told him savagely. ”Nice answer! Now, we will have to go…” ------------------ Bridget was very rigid with her choices. I had to follow her regardless of what I thought. It was hard on me but I had no choice.