Cho Chang Bridgerton Novels & Stories

## Chapter 2: The Gilded Cage The silk of the wedding gown felt heavy, cold, and entirely foreign against Vivian’s skin. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bride's private suite, she stared at a stranger. The styling team her Uncle Richard hired had spent five grueling hours transforming her. Her long, dark hair was pinned up into an intricate, flawless chignon, and her face was meticulously painted to mimic Valerie’s sharp, haughty glamour. The heavy diamond necklace resting against her collarbone felt less like luxury and more like a shackle.

" Lena collapsed onto the floor completely, her face ashen and lifeless. Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in a small seaside town, I was getting married. The sea breeze carried a damp, salty smell. I sat by my window, looking outside, my eyes going warm. A bridal carriage stood in the yard. Its frame was carved from fine golden rosewood, the details worked with painstaking care. What caught the eye most, though, were the countless pearls set into the wood—each one round and full, like scattered moonlight. Everyone who saw it couldn't help but gasp. "Good Lord, what did this cost?" Susan stood beside me, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes. "As long as my girl's happy, that's al

His face was blank and expressionless, and yet, my body seemed to know his thoughts more than me. “Hi guys.” Angel said, further drawing me into the room. “This is…” “We already know who she is.” The man said and rose to his feet, stretching his hand forward to me. “Hi, I'm Chang. Jasper’s Beta.” I took his hand and shook it briefly. Chang was tall and slender with an athletic body, and he had a friendly smile and a cute face. “Hi.” I greeted. The woman rose to her feet, and immediately, I was enamoured by her beauty. She had hair as black as night, and eyes so silver it was almost transparent.

BRIAN'S POV "Is Mr. Brooke enjoying the party?" one of the ladies surrounding me purred sidling closer, her fire-engine red lips curving in a seductive smile. Brian slapped a polite smile on his face as he lifted the champagne glass in response. "Of course," he said smoothly while inside his head he was elsewhere-he could hardly recall the name of this one. The woman to her left tittered, her face bending forward as she started to twist a lock of hair around her finger. "Well, if you need someone to show you a better time, we're always available."

“Alright.” “Damien. You’re needed to stand with Neil. April, what are you doing? As a bridesmaid you’re with the bride. Why’re you flirting with the best man? Aren’t you married?” Chloe asked. As if she wasn’t the one who’d introduced herself as David’s next wife last night? “Aren’t you my husband’s next wife? Don’t you need me to divorce him first for him to marry you, Chloe?” “April Moore!” Beatrice said. She sounded scandalized, like she’d not attended dinner last night. April sighed; Carolyn rolled her eyes, and Chloe wanted to attack April.

Then, he said, "Now I really believe you were forced to marry Joey." How could Zachary have missed the treasure that was by his side all this time? Kent was looking forward to his expression when he found out that Chloe, the designer that he had been looking for, was Joey. Right now, Zachary couldn't care less about this. "Why? Are you interested in her?" Thinking he was joking, Kent replied casually, "You're divorced, aren't you? Why would you care?"

someone called out. Zachary waited for the guests to settle before he could get a clear view of the couple on stage. After a few moments, the crowd quieted and he finally saw his cousin standing proudly, staring at the ring on his finger. But Zachary's attention wasn’t fixed on him for long. Something made him shift his gaze, and when he did, his eyes fell on a woman more breathtaking than any angel. She wore a silver floor-length dress, and the moment his gaze landed on her, his heart seemed to stop. His eyes locked onto the newly-worn ring on her finger, and without thinking, he looked up to her face. She was staring right at him, and in that instant, Zachary felt as if couldn’t breathe.

Bella I took a deep breath, staring into the mirror in front of me. My reflection looked calm, but I could feel the tremble in my hands as I smoothed down the front of my gown. The fabric shimmered under the soft lights—ivory lace over a structured silk bodice that hugged my curves in all the right places. The neckline was a soft, off-the-shoulder sweep, with the sleeves being sheer and featuring delicate floral appliqué that provided just enough coverage to make me feel confident. The skirt flowed from the waist in gentle layers, skimming over my hips and cascading down like a waterfall. It was elegant, romantic, and designed to celebrate my shape rather than hide it. I didn’t feel quite li

Layla called Sophia before breakfast, unable to wait any longer with a decision this large sitting unspoken in her chest. "Say that again," Sophia said, once Layla had finished explaining. "Slowly. Because I don't think I heard you correctly." "Ethan Harrington proposed marriage. Yesterday. Over coffee." "The billionaire. The one you swore was just being polite." "That one."

Bridge began to tell me her plans, leaving me a little intrigued. In fact, I always thought this woman had gone crazy, but now I knew that evil was still in her head. On the other hand, she was a smart girl, but she wasn't accepted in this mansion. Without a doubt, she would be the perfect pawn to get rid of Bradley and regain my position. *** Chloe Eleftheria. After my shower, I left the bathroom and headed for the closet. Damn, there were so many dresses and outfits that I didn't know which one to choose.