Cho Chang Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"She's with me. Her cousin invited us." "Ah, the bartender." Tony massaged his hand unconsciously. "So, you really are with him. You choose him over me." "That's what I said to her." Carla reported in her whiny annoying tone. "I said she's at loss for choosing the bartender and letting a great man like you go, you're just got promoted to become a director in National Bank, right?" Tony nodded, then she continued. "And then she said I can have you, I don't know what that's supposed to mean."

Ethan replied, his tone equally controlled. Adrian’s gaze shifted to me. Slowly. Deliberately. “And this must be the fiancée,” he said. I felt the weight of his attention like a spotlight. I forced a small, polite smile. “Ava Bennett,” I said. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “Interesting,” he murmured. Something about the way he said it made my skin prickle. “Congratulations,” he added, though it didn’t sound entirely sincere. “Thank you,” I replied.

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 15: CEO title? . *BANCROFT VILLA* At the dinner party, Alan's family and Chantelle's family gathered around a long, polished oak table, adorned with flickering candles and gleaming silverware. The room was alive with the buzz of conversation and the clinking of glasses. Alan's mother, Janette Bancroft, a poised and elegant woman with auburn hair swept into a bun, leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

from the tone of his voice, he was a little suspicious of the gentleman, so he immediately took him by the hand and knelt down in front of him. "Don't you remember when we first met? I found you crying in the heavy rain. You're wearing a simple no'n but your still stunning. You're wearing a white blouse no'n with cherry prints, which is also my favorite cherry . And do you remember what I told you last night? every time I see you it's like you're surrounded by cherries, as well as your fragrant like cherry scent." He said and he smiled sweetly on his lips. "So Beatrice Tuazon, can you be my cherry for life?" at the same time he took something from his pocket and showed a sing-sing that he ha

We both walked down towards his friends while he made a swift introduction clearly annoyed. "Sebastian, Oscar meet my fiance and wife to be Amelia, " "Amelia, my close friends, they are more like brothers to me," his last word sounded like a warning. The friendly one came forward again, kissed my wrist in a way that clearly annoyed Louis as he groaned behind. He's called Sebastian, he was the most handsome among the three of them, his striking long narrowed chin made his smile so charming, even his brown curly pompadour haircut styled up and off his forehead made him look more American, the way he curled his mouth after the kiss made me realize this guy was a big time player that had broken

"And they said Bridgerton is a crappy show." Chase helped me put on the dress and minutes later, he was zipping the back of the dress without ruining my hair and makeup. Both of us studied my reflection in the mirror. I take in a few breaths before turning my body from side to side, adoring the clean material against my skin. The slit made it look risqué and modern, while the color still made me feel like a bride. I blinked at my reflection in the mirror and tried my best to blink away the tears. A stubborn one escaped, but I gently wiped it away with my fingers.

She always did. "Who was the woman in red at the gala?" I asked. Victoria's hand stilled on her tablet. "Which woman?" "Red dress. Dark hair. Early twenties. She was at the bar." "Why do you care?" Good question. I didn't know the answer. "Just curious." "Her name is Sophia Chen. Catherine Chen's daughter. Political family, old money, nothing special." Victoria's tone was dismissive. "Why?" Because she'd walked away from me. Because her eyes had held something I couldn't name not attraction, not intimidation, but something colder. Recognition, maybe, though we'd never met.

If Prince Charming wore Armani, I’m sure he’d look like this. Prince Charming—yes, Prince Charming—that is the name that fits him best. His fingers remain wrapped around my wrist, firm but not painful. With effortless grace, he plucks the glass from my hand. “I daresay you’ve had quite enough for tonight,” he says, and his thick British accent hits me instantly, sending my heart doing backflips. It’s deep, rich and velvety, the kind of voice you’d hear men speak with in a Bridgerton series.

Julian was throwing his multi-million-dollar engagement party in Devon Vance’s backyard, completely oblivious to whose ground he was standing on. Chloe, desperate to salvage the situation and completely blind to the danger radiating from the billionaire, stepped forward. She smoothed down her rumpled red dress, intentionally dropping her collarbone to expose more skin as she flashed a practiced, seductive smile. "Mr. Vance, please excuse the mess. This is just a private, trivial family matter. Anya here was just throwing a tantrum because—"

A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner. Then the screen was filled with the latest couple in the country, and Rudney’s breath caught in his throat; that had to be Lily Bashwood!