Cho Chang Bridgerton Novels & Stories

The short red dress fits her figure perfectly. Her well-shaped breasts caught his eye because they looked like they were trying to get out from under the woman's clothes, which were too tight. "Sean Montarde, you're one of the most sought-after bachelors in the country, right? I'm Jenny." The woman extended a hand and shot him a seductive expression. He put the glass he was carrying in a corner and stared at her with flirty eyes as he took her hand. He gave her hand a hard squeeze.

"The head of security mentioned he stepped out to take a call. You know how the Kingston board is, even on their wedding day. The merger documents for the Shanghai expansion were finalized this morning. He’s likely just securing his legacy before he officially begins his life with you." Sophia nodded, forcing herself to believe the narrative. She had spent the last year navigating Alexander’s world, learning that for a man of his stature, love was rarely an island; it was a kingdom, and kingdoms required constant tending. Still, a strange, hollow sensation bloomed in her chest. She turned away from the mirror, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she paced the length of the bridal

That hadn’t happened much over their first eighteen years, but the arrival of this girl from seemingly out of nowhere was possibly going to change that. Sitting in a booth at the diner, Jack kept his voice low as he answered Chase. There weren’t a lot of people around, but there were a few, and there was no reason for anyone to hear what they were talking about. In the booth next to Chase was their third wheel, Bridgette Shade, Bridge for short. For years, when girls were gross, Bridge had been the only one either of them could tolerate. Then, when girls became suddenly un-gross, she had already become one of the guys. Despite the petite brunette’s strong desire to become more than a friend

“Everything is going to be fine. With the necklace on your neck, I am sure you are going to the final of the tournament” The door opened and we both turned to Baron, who had walked into the room abruptly and looked disturbed. “What is the problem?” I asked. “One of the champions has been mysteriously murdered”

I was about to continue exploring my wife when I heard that they opened the door of the library, from what I heard, it was not only a couple of feet, it must have been three, then I frowned and carefully rolled us to see from above who they were, when I realized I found that Gemma had returned from the hotel with her two friends, Antony and Bronco, men who did not finish drinking, but who left still because they were people who gave a great support system to my little sister. "Isn't your brother around here?" Bronco asked with that strange accent he had. He was an African-American raised most of his life away from home, specifically in Switzerland, and worked in the town where Gemma's rest

Chloe explained to them, while they both gave her a knowing look. "So it practically means you still love him if he can still get you," Carrie added. "No, I don't, I just can't, he is the only one I have ever given my whole heart to, so he still has some power over me," Chloe explained sadly, but the gaze she got from Carrie made her confused. "Why are you looking behind me?" Chloe asked and then Carrie nudged her head forward. Chloe looked back only to see Zach with a young lady. She was wearing a stunning red knee-length gown, Her brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and she was holding a black Hermes bag.

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

Catherine shifted her gaze back to the man standing tall at about 6ft3 meters in front of her. Only after hearing the voice of Sir Bradley did she realize this wasn’t an illusion at all, the man even knew her last name. She quickly fell to her knees and bowed her head towards the king’s feet in a state of panic.

Charlotte told me confidently. “How do you know?” I asked in reply. Charlotte gushed as she answered my question. “Boss is a billionaire!” she cried. “Let’s leave his money apart and talk about his physique. He is tall, heavily built, cute, and handsome. Let’s leave his physique and his behaviour. He is kind, jovial, and caring. He has all the traits you will need in a good husband. For someone like me, I won’t agree that we start a relationship.”

His eyes held a tenderness he never gave to me. I recognized that coat. Custom Brioni. The inner left collar had my initial embroidered on it—C. I stared at that 'C' for a very long time. "Chloe?" Harper asked cautiously. "...Are you okay?" I scrolled down to the comments. Top comment: "Now that's a power couple. The Conti Princess and the Marchetti Don. A perfect match." Second: "Look at that cheap mistress who slept her way up. Seven years and not even a ring. Pathetic."