Bridgerton Wattpad Novels & Stories

“Never again.” The vows were simple. Honest. Real. And when they kissed, it wasn’t a revelation. It was a continuation. Some love stories begin loudly. Others survive everything first. _____________ Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Billionaire’s Proxy Bride. What began as an idea grew into something far bigger than I imagined, and the support and encouragement I’ve received along the way have meant more than I can properly put into words.Thank you for staying until the end. Thank you for believing in Lena, Damon, and Amara.

“Zoe and I spend the days together and sometimes, I sleep here without you even noticing. Like I said, pay more attention, Avery.” Avery rolled his eyes and snatched the novel from her hands so that she could look at him while talking. He achieved his aim. “Aren’t you going or the gala?” He asked calmly, inspecting the cove page of her novel and groaning when he saw the picture of two almost naked man and woman. She wasn’t supposed to be reading this. Was she supposed to be reading this? “I am not a part of your company so I have no business with your stupid gala, even mum is not going.”

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.

Her gaze now shifted to Katarina, the borderline reverential look instantly transforming into a glare of pure hatred that made Katarina pull herself tighter around me. "And then this bitch had to come along and ruin everything! I could not understand how she was able to capture your interest so easily. You continuously went after her, even when she did not love you, when she wanted absolutely nothing to do with you! And then you somehow managed to get her to love you back! How on earth was I supposed to let that happen?!"

Crystal still looked at her target without taking her eyes off, she watched the whole process of the waiter giving it to him, and him receiving it and opening the piece of paper. But before she could meet his eyes, an unwanted person blocked her view. Crystal, slowly looked up at the person that blocked her view and the faint smile that was on her face was nowhere to be found again, "Weren't you supposed to come up to me as soon as you arrived here?" The so-called fiancee of hers walked over as Crystal sighed. "Can you at least move out of my way... You are blocking my view." She glared at him and tried to look over his shoulder but he blocked her yet again.

“I, Elena Brook , take you, Adrian Cross, to be my lawful married husband. For better or worse, in poverty and in riches… I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I had heard those words during my brother’s wedding. Those vows, promises, those happy moments, the butterflies that usually fly in everyone’s belly. I had imagined myself saying those words one day. Now hearing them spoken to someone else entirely…it felt like a stab in my chest. And the only thing I knew was no one else but my beloved Man, My fiance was getting married but the bride isn’t me. I could hear my ears ringing. My chest tightened painfully like I was wrapped in someone’s hand and I was being squeezed. I raised my head up to l

“Chin up. These women can smell uncertainty. And try not to mention that little family of yours.” The next hour blurred into a series of handshakes and careful conversations. I met Mrs. Lydia Kensington, whose husband ran a pharmaceutical empire, and listened as she droned on about her latest wellness retreat in Switzerland. “You must join me next time, Sarah. It does wonders for the complexion, and the disposition. New brides often find the transition... taxing.” “I’m managing,” I said, accepting a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. The bubbles tickled my nose, but the alcohol felt necessary.

“What nonsense are you trying to do, Adrian?” “The truth is what I want to know!” He fumed. “What is this about, Briar?” Liam questioned. “Why is Mr Sterling here?” “I bet you heard me the first time. Briar is my wife. Her name is Briar Prescott Sterling. My wife. What are you to her?” Adrian growled. I stood in front of him, pushing him back hard while my heart thumped crazily. “Have you lost your mind, Adrian? How can you come into my house to cause a scene? What do you stand to gain?”

he said. “What do you mean you can’t do this?” She asked “This union. The whole arrangement” he stated. “It seems wrong.” Victoria’s flawlessly formed eyebrows raised. “Wrong?” she inquired. “You’re telling me it’s wrong that you’re engaged to a woman from a respectable family?” “Yes,” he said firmly. “Bridget is not who you believe her to be.” Victoria sighed. “And who specifically do you think she is Carson?” She asked “She is a woman who spends her nights in clubs, who drinks excessively and who doesn’t care about anything serious.” He said.

The photograph, the locket, the filings, the names, each piece fit with the next. But the timing of it. Sebastian had surfaced with a legitimate blood claim to the company's founding structure. The board was moving toward him. The leaked article had caused the stock to fall, and the episode had put me on the floor of my own study and kept me in bed for nearly two weeks. And now, in the middle of all of it, this. Charlotte, who had arrived in my life as a substitute bride and had become everything she’d become, turning out to be the unidentified beneficiary of a trust my father had spent years trying to locate.