Bridgerton Wattpad Novels & Stories

I wished I could enjoy it. "This is absurd," Julian said. His voice was tight. Controlled. "She's my bride. The contract specifies—" "The contract specifies a Crane," Ezra said. "It doesn't specify which one. Check the language. I did." Julian turned to me. The full force of his attention like a spotlight. "Lena. Tell them this isn't what you want." I looked at him. At the man who slammed me against a wall twelve hours ago and told me nobody was coming to save me. I looked at his perfect suit and his perfect hair and his perfect facade, and I said the only thing that mattered.

Two hours passed by quickly and he suddenly stopped scrolling. “Oh, hell.” I lifted my head immediately. “What? What did you get?” He said nothing, just turned his laptop to face me. It was an engagement announcement draft, it wasn't officially published yet, just archived. Ethan Spears, and Sofia Anderson? “She's Riley’s sister from what I’ve seen so far” Owen stated. “Why is she marrying her brother in law all of a sudden?” I said nothing, my eyes kept going. Below the draft was a speculation of an office affair. A comment thread that implied the timeline overlapped.

I just wanted him. Not his name or the power that came with it. I wanted Him. I reached for my phone again, flipping it over. No new messages. No calls. Just the last thing I’d looked at, Adrian’s post which was by the way still blowing up with endless comments. I opened it again. Read it one more time. "Married to the most incredible woman…" God. He meant it. He really did. My fingers fluttered across the screen, and for a silly second, I thought of deleting the app from my phone just so I won't keep re-reading the caption. But I couldn't.

She held a wine in her hand that kept swinging as though it was going to spill from the glass because she wasn’t holding it properly. Vaughn gently removed her hand and smiled. It was the first time I saw him smile since the party began. I began to realize he must have liked her too. I could not understand how any man would be able to stand a woman who was not courteous and who behaved the way she did. I smiled despite the sinister thoughts that ran through my mind as Charlotte acted as though I wasn’t visible at my wedding. “So much drama…” I thought, unknowing to me that I was audible.

“I read about it, you know.” My steps faltered for the briefest moment, then I forced myself to keep moving. “The big scandal,” he continued, savoring the words like fine wine. “Bryan Adams, the golden boy. The perfect groom. Who left his bride standing at the altar.” My chest burned, and still he wasn’t finished. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharpening into something almost cruel. “That bride was Christiana, wasn’t it?” The words didn’t just hang in the air, they thickened it, smoke curling and coiling until it pressed into my lungs, until it became impossible to breathe without tasting the bitter ash of shame.

Chapter One: Author: The Mind Surgeon The dress was perfect. That was the only thought anchoring Zara Sterling’s mind as she stood before the full-length mirror in the bridal suite of the Elysian Grand Hotel. Her fingers trembled slightly, smoothing the ivory silk over her hips. Seven thousand dollars of hand-stitched lace and French satin. It featured a sweetheart neckline that had made her mother weep during the final fitting, and a cathedral train that pooled around her feet like spilled moonlight.

My chest tightened as I stared at the headline that flashed across the screen. “Billionaire Marries Mystery Woman – Scandal Erupts” Then another. “Homewrecker? Questions Surround Vera Gold” My fingers curled slightly at my sides. “No…” It was everywhere. Every screen I checked, every angle, and they all made me look guilty. I swallowed hard as my throat went dry. “They are all lying?” I whispered, “Why?” Besides me, I felt Sylas go still. Then, his expression darkened, “Of course,” he whispered under his breath, “It has started,”

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Atlas throws her to the ground. When he makes it to his room, he doesn’t close the door. He knows Marianna is close and her screams will make this all the better. Bridget is on the bed waiting and she is naked. Her body is perfect. Even, Tom, Atlas’s wolf, is growling with arousal. “Do you consent?” Atlas asks as he undresses. “Does it matter?” Bridget asks. “Yes, do you consent?’ Atlas releases his erection. Bridget thinks about this and there are worst ways to spend the next ten minutes. She isn’t a virgin, and he won’t be the first time she laid there and let a guy do it.

I take a seat beside her and speak as reassuringly as I can, “I need you to tell me everything that happened.” She looks to Malachi’s father for confirmation. He must nod, because she does. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My phone is pinging like crazy by the time we’re done but I ignore it. I know it’s Bridget, and I know she must be pissed at me by now. I write my name on a card and hand it over to my father-in-law’s mistress. She said she was sorry for all that happened, and she never thought it would get this far, but she was in love, and he was in love.