Bridgerton Prequels Novels & Stories

I feel like I don't even know who the father of my wife really is and I am desperate to know the kind of relationship or history he has with my father. My father can't just take interest in just any stranger when it is obvious the poor man is in trouble, without having an ulterior motive. Additionally, Valerie and I were betrothed, and that gives it all away. They knew each other for a long time. Valerie and I were betrothed to each other when we were very much younger to know what it actually means to be betrothed. I am also curious to know how this happened and I guess knowing about this will also solve some of the puzzles if not all.

"Amelia, I tried my best so if he dies it has nothing to do with us!" In the Luxury car, "Master, about Miss Elsher?" Delano spoke up. "Prepare the marriage Certificate and find out everything about her" He ordered coldly. "About the Marriage?" Delano still hesitated to speak. "Just go through it, after everything is done she will leave" Logan Gunner looked outside. "Yes Master!" Delano didn't ask another question and allowed things to be the way the are. It's all part of the plan, of course they didn't plan to involve Amelia Elsher but let's say it's her bad luck.

I gasped but immediately covered my mouth with my palm as I stared down at my phone. "Allen Walker, the only son of the Walker Group and the CEO of the company." I whispered to myself like someone would hear me. Just like I had guessed before, Allen is a billionaire, a popular one. How did I not notice when he told me his name? I guess I was lost in thought when he asked me to be his substitute bride. I checked further and saw that he was engaged to Sophie Gallagher, a popular actress. Kara had been obsessed with Sophie, I guess she wouldn't be anymore if I told her what she did to her fiance.

The reporter looked flustered, and she cleared her throat before moving on the next question. “That diamond necklace you're wearing, Elena. Isn't that a Delmonte heirloom? It's said that it was crafted by the Laurier family hundreds of years ago." I lifted my hand to my necklace and smiled. "That's right. Richard's grandmother gave it to me." The reporter chuckled. “It's said that seeing a Delmonte bride wearing an heirloom piece signifies the matriarch's approval. Would you say that's true?"

“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.

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.

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

A young woman holding a baby. The woman looked exactly like Amara. But older. Different eyes. Different posture. Regal. “Is that… me?” Amara whispered. “No,” Dante said slowly. “That’s your aunt.” --- THE FAMILY SHE NEVER KNEW Dante continued reading. “Your mother wasn’t the heir,” he said. “She was the protector.” Amara’s head spun. “The true heir was her sister—Isabella Okafor. Leader-in-waiting of the Order.” Amara covered her mouth.