Cho Chang Bridgerton Novels & Stories

The ballroom of the Hart Estate glittered like something built for a coronation—crystal chandeliers throwing prisms of light across three hundred of the country’s most powerful people, waiters gliding between tables with champagne the color of morning sun. Arabella stood near the edge of it all, the way she always did, close enough to belong and far enough to be forgotten.

“Wait, how do you know all this?” “I received a letter yesterday.” He confessed, taking out a piece of paper and handing it to me. “The person offered a million dollars and a partnership with our company only if you agree to be a stand-in bride for the tycoon.” “So, I was technically chosen by this anonymous person?” I asked and he nodded. “You don't even know who it is. Why should you believe him?” “He's not exactly anonymous, Aria. He's the personal secretary to Romanov. His head would be on a plate if Romanov found out that his bride was missing.” He explained, and I sighed, slumping into the chair as all this information made my head spin.

When she went outside to call Dan, Dan immediately called the chancellor of the school who in turned apologized that it escaped his memory to inform the dean and he informed the dean immediately. “Mrs Bon-Hwa you would be starting your exams tomorrow if you are ready.” The dean’s voice had immediately changed. As the chancellor told him that it was Mr. Bon-Hwa Rohan Fernando. His voice has changed to that of respect. He was not also surprised that Chin Cho was married to such a man, men who are wealthy always think that marrying the most beautiful women was there birth right. And Chin Cho had beauty in abundance. Coupled with the fact that she was very brilliant; beauty with brains. No wonde

she says. We all nod. “So, at the end of season two, her friend found out she’s this Lady Whistledown who wrote shit about her and in the same night she overhears her crush talking shit about her?” Kendell asks. Dianna nods. “Damn talk about hitting you when you’re down…” I whistle. “Play the damn thing I’m interested now…” Kendell says. Paige switches on the tv and looks for the Bridgerton. “Oh, right there’s this girl called Cressida she’s a big bully to Penelope…” Dianna says.

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?

The door is wide open so she walked in to find Chloe reading a book sitting on the balcony. Zen knocked on the door which got her attention. “Hey, bride. Come inside,” Chloe welcomed her with a big smile. “I came here to give you this,” she showed the books. “You read all of this?” Chloe asks. “Yes,” “Oh good. You’re a perfect match for Theodore. He said he also reads a lot,” Zen smiled. “But he doesn’t have any interesting books like this,” she replied. “I know, even Marcus doesn’t have anything interesting. These men don’t have a little bit of romance in their house,” Chloe chuckled.

said Charlotte pointing at the pillar . " Your majesty , I am here . " chancellor George who was standing next to the pillar . " Oh , right ! If you make my mom sad , I will teach you a good lesson . " said Charlotte looking at chancellor George then pointed at the statue with abs . " If you dare not help me , I will divorce you . Even though you have good abs , I will divorce you . " said Charlotte with a serious tone . King Damien grabbed her hand and turned it towards him who was standing next to the statue with abs.

“I was not naive. I understood what I was agreeing to.” “Then why?” I said. She looked at the window briefly. “Because I thought I could change it,” she said. “Not him. I was not foolish enough to think I could change Adrian Cross.” A small sound that was not quite a laugh. “I thought I could change the nature of the arrangement. That proximity to someone long enough would produce something real. That shared meals and shared spaces and the ordinary intimacy of a household would eventually become something more than what it started as.” She looked at me.

“ You know my husband's name? “ I asked him after we removed our face masks. I was surprised that he knew I was married to Kace. “ Hello!! It's hard not to after all the public display of affection you both always did at the front of the school. The news spread like wildfire that you married the heir of the Crawfords “ Brandon replied sincerely. “ Please have a seat, “ Brandon said, ushering us to their guest parlor. The house was grand, I must commend the interior designer that did everything because it was top-notch. “ What can I offer you, sir, “ He asked and Kace smiled politely at Brandon. “ Your help “ was all Kace said and Brandon looked at him with one of his brows raised. I struggle

The lingering smell of long-smoked cigarettes clung to the rafters. Damon’s eyes swept across the room as he entered. A young woman, maybe nineteen or twenty, glanced at him from behind the bar. Her hair was a glossy chestnut, pulled back into a tight ponytail, eyes wide and curious. She lingered on him for a beat longer than politeness required, her expression slightly awed, but Damon didn’t react, sliding past her toward the back end of the parlor.