Bridgerton Rated Novels & Stories

CONFIDENTIAL MARRIAGE AGREEMENT PARTIES: DANTE KNIGHT & AMARA OKAFOR Her breath caught. “Marriage?” she whispered. “Yes,” he said. “But not the way you’re thinking.” She looked up at him, heart pounding. “The board is fractured,” Dante continued. “Enemies are retreating, but not gone. The media is circling. They want blood, weakness, scandal.” She swallowed. “And you think marriage fixes that?” “I know it does,” he said calmly. “But that’s not why I’m asking.”

Tessa spoke excitedly. “Whatever Sarah wants, you guys enjoy. I have some business to do. Boys, I expect you to take care of the girls” Mr. Bridgeton spoke while standing up and grabbed the bundle of his cigarette making sure no one drinks it. He was definitely enjoying it, looking around like we are kids. “Romantic?” Harvey spoke but I felt Bible shaking his head in disapproval, he knew romantic movies makes me cry so he suggested a different genre. “Horror?” He spoke making my eyes wide and I gulped a huge lump inside my throat, he chuckled nervously but he played Annabelle.

She’d share when she was ready. “So have you watched Bridgerton?” Dianna asks. We all look at her. I look at her confused about where she was going with this. “I haven’t watched the first two seasons, but the third season is amazing. Nicola and Luke did and amazing job…” Dianna says. I frown. “Should you be skipping season?” I ask. I have an obsessive personality and what I hate most is starting something halfway. I couldn’t start a book and then put it down and never pick it up again. I’ll be constantly thinking about what happened. Even two years after putting it down.

Adrian Cross smiled for the cameras like a man who had just conquered the world. Beside him stood Elena Langford, glowing beneath the flashes of expensive cameras and media attention, every inch the perfect rich man’s bride. The internet was obsessed already. Business blogs called it the union of the year. Investors called it strategic. The public called it romantic. I called it predictable. A humorless smile tugged briefly at my lips before disappearing just as quickly. Adrian had always been ambitious, but the problem with ambitious men was that they eventually confused greed for intelligence. Marrying Leonard Langford’s daughter was not love. It was business. A move. A transaction wrappe

, so she was instantly intrigued. "I want to watch this one!" she exclaimed. Suddenly, Ambrose reached out and snatched the remote control from her hands. "Let's just watch another show. I think Bridgeton is a good one." Larissa pouted, "No, I want to watch this one! I'm bored of watching Bridgerton!" Ambrose asked in an unsure voice, "Do you really want to watch it?" Larissa felt challenged. The more he stopped her from watching, the more she wanted to.