Bridgerton Wattpad Novels & Stories

Alexander sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone, his expression unreadable. *“Alexander,”* I said softly. *“What are you looking at?”* He didn’t answer immediately. Then, slowly, he turned the phone toward me. My stomach dropped. A fresh headline had just broken— EXCLUSIVE: The Billionaire, The Deal, and The Betrayal—Who’s Pulling the Strings? And beneath it— A leaked email. With my signature at the bottom. “No,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “That’s forged. I didn’t—”

I wrapped myself in it and padded barefoot back into the bedroom. On the bed, there was a single envelope. My name was written on it in Sebastian’s unmistakable hand. I hesitated before opening it. Inside was a card. The rules of this arrangement are simple. My house. My terms. Don’t forget who you belong to now. Lang will take you wedding shopping tomorrow so don’t wake up late.

"What did you say about Prescott just now?" Bridget instantly turns red, her fork freezing mid-air. Sasha, of course, has no problem stepping in, swiping a strand of brown hair from her face as her dark eyes gleam with delight. "Well, that’s actually something Bridge here wanted to tell you," she singsongs, practically vibrating with excitement. Bridget groans, eyes darting between us before finally caving with a deep breath. "I—I…" she stutters, before finally blurting out in one rushed breath, "I got engaged to Jordan."

She instinctively pulled Noah a bit closer, but as the stranger came closer, he looked more like Damien. "Hi there," Adrian said with his bright smile, stepping forward with his hand extended. "I'm Adrian. Adrian Carrington . Damien's younger, charming brother." Elena stood, keeping one hand on Ethan’s shoulder, and shook Adrian's hand. "Elena. Elena Morgan. Well, Carrington now, I suppose." "The mysterious wife!" Adrian exclaimed with delight. "I've heard so much about you. Well, actually, I've heard almost nothing about you because my brother is incapable of sharing personal information. But I have heard you exist, which is something."

“I won’t let her use your past as a weapon.” For the first time all morning, a small, real smile touched his lips. “You’re not the woman I married.” “Good,” she whispered. “That woman was afraid. This one isn’t.” That evening, as the sun bled into the skyline, Elena sat alone in the study, going through old Cross Empire archives. The more she searched, the clearer it became—someone had erased parts of the official fire report. And that someone wasn’t Damian. She looked up when Adrian entered quietly, holding a folder. “I think I found something,” he said. “You might want to see this.”

"You try to steal my man, and all you can think of are those tarts?" Bridget taunted. She was so full of rage she did not analyze the situation appropriately. She turned to Allen and said, "Were you meeting her here too? In front of my father?" Bridget shifted her attention to the older man and revealed, "Father, this woman is seducing Allen! She is on the cruise ship - our cruise ship!" Returning her gaze to Shantelle, she declared, "I should have you thrown overboard from the cruise ship! Do you know who you are messing with? My father owns the cruise ship! I am Bridget Grant, an heiress to the Caribbean Sales!"

She was losing this battle. “I will also sue you for framing, bullying, harassing, and injring Emily. Just to make it clear in that thick head of yours that Emily, is Daniel Watson’s precious granddaughter.” Megan gasped. “She’s the one and only heiress of Daniel Watson, the biggest and most powerful man.” Megan was breathing heavily with disbelief. “Emily did nothing wrong and you and dare to insult her in front of your… your partner, if I stand correctly, Joshua MacClare,” said Beatrice.

She put them earlier on the chair next to her before sitting down. "All in all, I have ten sweet, beautiful ladies on the list. They're the most eligible woman around Castleburgh and Dalton. They are all from reputable families." She stood up slightly and handed the folder to me. I accepted it, but my eyes shifted to her waist pocket as something sparkled from there. Not to my intention to look her on that side, but it seems like the one that sparkles is the tail of a G-Dragon. I furrowed my brows and looked at it again, but she had already sat down.

while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Thank you so much! I guess I have to pick Lily.

I hate that attitude already. What exactly is the essence of this betrothal when I can be told when to be married for me to inherit the company? I just need to find one girl out of the numerous girls on my table to be married to. Honestly, this is bullshit! With a stab of anger, I rise abruptly and pick up my phone, turning to leave when the transparent door is thrown open by the guard at the door and a lady steps in. Ridiculous is not the word for how she looked.