Bridget Jones Novels & Stories

Since Lily was busy today, she had come instead with her assistant. It was a young girl who had just turned twenty. As they got closer, Bright saw that Jenna had gotten everyone on set coffee. Bridget smiled; it seemed that Jenna was really doing all that she could to win people over to her side. "Oh, look who we have here; it's our female lead, Bridget. She's a female lead, and so she can come anytime she wants, you guys; don't be jealous. When you become as popular as her, you can do whatever you want," Jenna said and laughed.

Her clipboard was tucked beneath her arm with militaristic precision, and her platinum hair was pulled back into a no-nonsense bun that screamed authority wrapped in refinement. "Mr. Lewiston," she greeted warmly, her accent crisp and distinctly British, but softened by familiarity. "Welcome home, sir." “Bridgette,” Adam replied smoothly, offering her a small smile. “Still terrifyingly efficient, I see.” Bridgette’s lips twitched into what might have been a smile—if she were capable of such emotion. “Someone has to be, sir.” Then her gaze shifted to me, calm and assessing—not cold, just… observant. She offered a polite smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

(Bridgette’s Pov) Once I heard the news all day Friday, I tried to call Jake, but he didn’t answer or respond to my texts. In the past, he used to respond to me quickly. Have I lost him for good? Bridgette got up from her desk, nervously pacing the floor. “I've got to be at that wedding, but what should I do if he won’t return my calls? I know who will get me into this wedding.” She snapped her finger as a brilliant plan popped into her head. ‘Jake can’t be over me just like that. Maybe seeing me will make him think twice about marrying a client, especially one pregnant. Within a moment, she picked up the phone and made that all-important call to the one person who would welcome her with op

Not if. I felt a hollow ache open up in my chest. Bridget Lorraine had been the top candidate for Damon’s wife since Margot started "shopping" for an alliance when he turned eighteen. She’d lived in France her whole life and visited often, a fixture in the Vitale social circles. In the beginning, Damon had always seemed uninterested, bordering on hostile toward her. But if that was the case... how was she here at midnight? How did she have the house code? How was Damon just standing there?

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

They aren't holding guns, but in this world, their weapons are far more lethal: high-definition cameras, boom mics, and smartphones already live-streaming to millions. Snap. Flash. The fading evening light is swallowed by the aggressive, rhythmic flicker of camera flashes. The strobes hit Olivia’s tear-streaked face, illuminating the drying blood on her dress and the cold, mocking shine of the silver handcuffs. Aiden stands paralyzed for a heartbeat, his mind racing through a thousand damage-control scenarios. His blood runs cold when he recognizes the woman leading the charge. It’s Jessica Vance. She isn't just a journalist; she is a tabloid executioner, a woman whose career is built on the

“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.”

My top-secret sketch slipped out and scattered everywhere. Rebirth, the half-finished gown that I was going to complete for the international contest in Lutecia, rolled out of the suitcase as well. Its pure-white silk billowed in the air, and the embroidery on the lining gleamed like shimmering lines. A black van came to a stop at the roadside. A group of servants carefully helped Wendy out of the car. She deliberately swayed her hips as she approached Zachary and held his arm. "I couldn't find my iPad. Maybe I left it in the shop." Then, her eyes fell upon Rebirth, and they lit up. Wendy let go of Zachary and trotted over to Rebirth only to kick its hem.

I start to struggle in his arms but he keeps me locked. "Brandon!!" I hiss panicked but he only smiles, still looking very much amused. "Behave my darling..."He warns playfully and I punch his chest, still battling to get loose. Into the lobby a long, beautiful dark-haired woman steps in and she frowns when she sees us before a slow smile spreads onto her lips. "Mum. his is Braze, my boyfriend." He presents while still carrying me bridal style. My cheeks burn and I try to force out a smile. "Hey Mrs ..." I stutter. Oh fuck...

Bridget: This week passed on so quickly, it was the big night before I knew it! I have never been this excited for any of my dates before, if all goes well, I will be Mrs.James.Holt before I turn 25! “Mirror mirror, on the wall, who is James’s mystery girl of them all!?” I ask the giant Victorian mirror in front of me as I primp up. “You, your highness!” Mary replied as I swung around in my princess blue fishtail Privenchy gown to pose and preen.