Bridget Everett Wiki Novels & Stories

Deep down, though, Bridget could sense something about him—something intriguing and hidden. Bridget was a CEO of the K Newspapers and Magazines Company, and as one of the most well-known in the field of journalism, she really was something. She could easily sense when something was wrong or when somebody was hiding something. That was her intuition about her newly hired driver. He might be hiding something wrong.

smile she wears so well when playing the victim. Good. I was tired of seeing her act like a white lotus bitch every time. Before I can respond, a familiar voice cuts through the tension like a blade. “Watch the way you speak to the vice president of my company, Miss.” Bridget steps forward, her towering figure clad in a tailored black power suit, radiating authority. Her onyx eyes lock onto a now visibly pale Vivian. “V-Vice…she...but how?” Vivian mutters, her bravado slipping just a fraction.

SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) The Bratva's empire was buzzing with activity as staff scurried around, preparing for Donatella's 20th birthday celebration. Amidst the chaos, the sound of heels clicking on the floor announced the arrival of Valerie and Ariana De Luca, Donatella's sisters. They stepped into the foyer, their presence immediately noticeable.

“Nobody moves until I give the order.” Victor folded his arms. “So this is it.” “Thirty years of running has finally come to an end, Alexander.” The sheriff said, staring at the upper floors. Adrian stayed silent, gaze fixed on the building where Serena waited alone. I forced another smile as Alexander leaned back, looking like we were chatting about something else. Inside, I counted every second. I had already stretched the conversation with questions about his vision and expansion plans. I needed more. “I’ve been doing some research,” I said, crossing my legs and picking up my notes. “I came across Westbridge Holdings.”

Author’s pov "Could you please repeat what you said on the phone? I didn't quite catch it at first. Are you really breaking up with Taylor?" Bridget asked. It was evening, and Larisa and Bridget had finished their respective work for the day. Bridget worked as a secretary at a law firm, while Larisa was a sales representative for a pharmaceutical company. They were sitting at a bar, with a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table between them.

Bridget came from a very humble background and she has always desired children of her own, so when she found out I could give her a child, she went for it. I refused giving in to her, and me denying her of having our child killed her. When she finally became pregnant with Aldrich, those nine months were torture, she looked so frail and weak because her human body couldn't contain the pregnancy of a supernatural. The baby slowly drained her energy and it killed me as I watched her die slowly, Aldrich is a gift from her to me but I pretty much would have preferred her alive...

And as I felt our daughter’s gentle kicks earlier in the day and now Alexander’s steady heartbeat against my back, I knew one thing for sure. We were exactly where we were meant to be. Epilogue – One Year Later — Beautiful wedding anniversary. Alexander thanks Emma for being “the bride I never wanted… but the wife I desperately needed.”

HAD SHE KNOWN Bridget Goldsmith planned to descend on London, Clare would never have allowed work to start on the extension. What with all the necessary planning and work the visit entailed, the last thing she needed was to come home at night to a house that looked as though it were in the process of being demolished.

except for her. "This is Bridget Dawson... Sebastian ex."