Bridgerton Prequels Novels & Stories

“Tell them the bride needed rest. No scandal. No story.” He hung up and stared out the massive windows as dawn painted the horizon in pale gray. The world thought they’d be honeymooning in the Hamptons. The press believed they were madly in love. But the truth? His bride was gone. And Sebastian had never wanted to hunt something so badly. Elsewhere, in the city that never slept, Isabella stood at a payphone. Her wedding dress was filthy. Her toes were numb. The silence between the rings stretched out like a lifeline—and then, finally, a voice answered.

Again, the woman, my sister Katherine ghost haunted me. My mind concluded that it was her, she was here, she didn’t leave, she watched this!! That was what my brain had told me to think,how could I not ?… when she was the reason I was left with this forced betrothal. Pushing him lightly till the paper fell I succeeded, but got a choking look from him. I saw her handwriting “Enjoy your bride fantasy play“ I was right, it was her !!

He began, drawing gasps and a few muffled laughs, “I suppose it falls to me to do what he couldn’t.” The murmuring grew. “Ladies and gentlemen,” He said clearly. “To honor both families, and because I happen to like her spirit… I, Damon Cross, would like to formally take my brother’s place and ask Zebulunia to marry me.”

she repeated, incredulous, looking up at him for some sign that he was joking. Damon smirked faintly. “It’s a requirement. She wants it documented for the wedding video.” She tilted her head to the side, glancing down the list. Pick hibiscuses. Her eyes flicked back to him. “Wait… pick hibiscuses?” She raised a brow, still holding the paper as if it might bite her. “Yes,” he said, finally looking at her directly, a faint amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. “That one’s for her. The previous ones wilted.”

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

Her breath caught at the word. Queen. She looked at Dante—really looked at him. “What do I do?” Dante stepped closer, lowering his forehead to hers. “You survive tonight.” He pressed a small, cold object into her palm. A ring. Engraved with the serpent and crown. “This belonged to your mother,” he said. “And before her—Isabella.” Amara closed her fingers around it. “And after tonight?” she whispered. Dante’s eyes burned with loyalty and war. “After tonight,” he said, “you decide whether the world burns… or bows.”

’ She earned beaming and nodding from the two girls. After that, the journalist smiled to the camera and then in the studio, two female anchors thanked her. He sipped the tea, thinking perhaps this news program that his cousin talked about last night. Still sipping his tea, he watched the two women on the tv engaged in interesting talk. ‘Let’s read another mailpinion. This one’s subject is, I hope it’s my fairy tale, from Marianne Jones’ The black-haired anchorwoman paused to give her colleague a meaningful look, then she continued to read. ‘Since the Crown Prince is going under cover among us, I think it’s a huge change for every single lady in the country accidentally meet him or befriend

"How did you end up like this? Weren't you tough when you took Naomi Horner away?" She contemptuously glanced at Alex, her tone filled with a sense of superiority. Dad, sitting in the driver's seat, did not even bother getting out of the car. He only snorted coldly. "I told you, some people just can't be helped. That unfilial daughter was blind to give up her comfortable life as a wealthy heiress to suffer with someone like you." I floated in mid-air, looking at their condescending attitude, and felt a chill run through me. They thought I was hiding out of shame, but they had no idea that I was already dead. I died on the day they thought I eloped.

“Wait until she is done, and then guess the lie.” “Oh, right. Sorry.” Jessica sipped her own boat drink through the curly straw. Bridget smiled wider and continued. Her gaze shifted to Nicholas at my right side. “I am in love with Prince Nicholas.” My heart twisted uncomfortably in my chest. Was that a truth? Was it a lie? What would be the third thing she said? Then her gaze slid to me. Her smile sharpened. “I am in love with Prince Julian.” The air felt sucked from the entire universe. I immediately turned to look at Julian, whose gaze had dropped to the ground.

James stammered, crawling backward. Akam crouched before him, his glowing eyes locking onto James. “nothing too personal.” James didn’t even have time to scream. Nellie Bridge – Heiress to the Bridge Empire and daughter of a billionaire senator Sir Muhammad Nellie paced her lavish bedroom, her phone pressed to her ear. She was deep in conversation with her fiancé, discussing their upcoming wedding. The sound of gunfire shattered the tranquility of the night. She froze, the phone slipping from her hand as her bodyguards’ shouts echoed through the house.