Bridgerton Years Novels & Stories

Silence stretched between us like a second skin. “She told the press anything yet?” “No. But she will if pushed.” I nodded. “She wants a wedding now, doesn’t she?” My voice was low. Controlled. Kian looked at me. “She wants a lot of things and that includes you leaving.” “I see, then do them for her.” His brow furrowed. “What?” I finally looked up at him. “Six years ago, she left you. She didn’t want the wedding then. You begged her, didn’t you? But she left anyway”

I challenged confidently. "I can tell that you are very razz and you can do anything for money, so let's do this. I don't have a bride for my wedding day, so how about I pay you to be my substitute Bride for a period of one year. It's going to be a win win situation, you get the money you are desperately looking for and I get married on the 28th as planned, what do you say?

Doing this would make things easier between us after I leave. "We are fine, Demitri. I'm just… kind of embarrassed that you barged in my chamber with the court ladies around. Worst, while I'm dressing up. May I remind you, I'm just your bride to be, not your wife yet, so what would that make of me? That would ruin my reputation as a lady, don't you know that?" "Oh. That." He smirked. "I'm sorry. I haven't thought about that much. All I was thinking was to see you, so…" He shrugged. "Anyway, I'll leave now. See you downstairs."

The way he touched me, the way my body reacted under his touch, it was hands down the best thing I had ever felt. I shook my head fervently. I shouldn't think about what we did. But what if? Is it bad for a girl to think about her sexcapades with her fake fiancé? I took a deep sigh. Shit. This was going to be a really, really long vacation. After three seasons of Bridgerton, I decided to get myself some food. My stomach grumbled too much. I bet I hadn't heard its cry several hours ago. I went down the stairs and straight into the kitchen, but I didn't expect to walk into a busy kitchen.

"I said, His Highness is free before nine." "Damn you, Abby! I've told you I don't want to meet any lord or duke or whoever with the title." Edvard scowled. He had plenty of noble fathers who wanted to play matchmaker, matchmaking their daughters and him. Like they were selling their daughters. "Lord Silverstone doesn't have any daughter, Your Highness." Said Abigail calmly. Twenty years being Edvard's personal assistant, she knew him inside out. She didn't hesitate to make physical contact, like she did earlier, forcing him back to sit. But she never left the honorific behind whenever she talked to him.

He was halfway through the infrastructure investment update when the door opened. Everyone looked. Kate Bridgerton walked in. She was twelve minutes late, which was unusual enough that it registered. She was also wearing a charcoal suit that Seris did not recognize, which meant she had bought it recently. Her hair was up. She had a leather folder under one arm and the expression of someone who knew she was late and had decided that how you entered a room mattered more than when. "My apologies," she said, to the room and no one specifically. "Medical situation in the family. I appreciate your patience."

Morgan's company. Day by day, Miranda's married life went perfectly. Her world was more complete when she gave birth to a daughter named Sena. Anyone who sees Miranda's life, will surely feel jealous of her. Rich, beautiful, has a husband and family who love her very much, ah, absolutely perfect! But.. one day, that mirror with beautiful and perfect carving was cracked. Right on her tenth wedding anniversary, Miranda had to find a harsh reality that the man she loved and was proud of in the world, actually betrayed her behind her back.

I think about it, then I say, “I want us to read a book and watch the adaptation of the book. I was thinking about the Bridgerton books, I want us to read the first book and the watch season one of the series. Is that okay?” He thinks about it first but I already know he will say yes. “What is it about?” he asks me, “It is a regency period piece with drama and romance. There are eight siblings who are named alphabetically, Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth who their mother, Lady Violet who plans to marry off all her children and secure their future,” I tell him.

“Oh come on! You’ve had history at school, same as everyone else! Surely you must have been expecting it?” I’m thrown by that one. “Why would I possibly have been expecting it?” “Oh my goddess, Alicia! If you maybe took half an interest in our kingdom, you’d be more informed. It’s been 200 years! It’s time for the next bride swap, and… duh! There are only two princesses who are eligible for it.” Wtf? Bride swap? I vaguely remember something about the 200-year bride swap being taught as part of our history lessons as I wrestle the Long Island Iced Tea back out of Darren’s clutches. He is looking at me like I’m a simpleton he needs to educate.

A fragile bridge between us. As I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the small silver pendant resting above my heart, I wondered what came next. My life had been a series of unpredictable events ever since I signed that contract with Luke. What had started as a desperate deal to save my father had led me to uncovering the hidden legacy I never asked for. And now, it seemed I wasn’t just navigating the complexity of love—I was also running from shadows. A knock on the bedroom door pulled me from my thoughts. Luke stepped inside, his eyes catching on the locket immediately. He walked over and gently lifted it between his fingers, examining the delicate piece.