Cho Chang Bridgerton Novels & Stories

The Ghosts of Dubai Sarah Vance raised an arched, heroic brow. "Chloe, did you go and trigger another romantic debt?" "Impossible," Chloe Bishop retorted, her voice flat. "Do you see even a sliver of adoration in the way he’s looking at me right now?" She admitted she was attractive, but she wasn't so delusional as to think she was universally beloved. One look at the roaring fire in Jin Chen’s eyes told the whole story. This was a man who looked ready to skin her alive.

“Am I really that cheap?” “Aren’t you?” Charlotte smiled and pursed her lips. The two of them were really a funny pair. On the other side, Zachary hid on the small balcony, the tip of his cigarette glowing in the dark. Frank brought two glasses of alcohol, placing one in front of him. “I went to Sharaston. Luthor’s marriage to the eldest daughter of the Joseph family is confirmed.” Zachary flicked the ash from his cigarette. “The eldest daughter is willing to marry him?”

Beatrice snapped as she walked around and yanked on one of Chloe’s arms for her to get off the prince’s lap. Chloe moaned as she slowly raised her hips up from the prince’s lap. His cock slowly slid out of her flooded pussy hole. She didn’t have time to say anything else before she was quickly yanked away from the prince. “You really can’t wait anymore, can you?” Florian asked knowingly before he laughed teasingly. “Please don’t be so mean…I’ve waited for more than long enough for this…” Beatrice said with a pout. “Grab the back of the chair and bend over,” Florian instructed casually.

The camera flashes pulled her back to the present. Aria turned slightly, the weight of her diamond ring catching the light as she lifted her hand just enough for the photographers. Her smile was soft, practiced, almost believable. Almost. Beside her, Ethan stood tall and composed, one hand resting lightly at her waist. To anyone watching, they looked perfect. Powerful. Elegant. Untouchable. A billionaire and his bride. A marriage people envied before it even began. But Aria felt it. The distance. Even now.

Now she was considering a voluntary marriage to a man who, despite his calculating nature, seemed to respect her as a person. She reached out and grasped Benedict's hand firmly. "Yes, Mr. Easton. I will marry you." His answering smile was genuine, warming his sightless eyes. "Please, call me Ben." He pulled something from his pocket – a ring box. "Adam helped me select this. I hope it suits you." The ring was elegant but not ostentatious, a single diamond set in white gold. As Adam helped Benedict slip it onto her finger, Evelyn felt a strange mix of emotions – fear, hope, and something else she couldn't quite name.

he studied me a moment before giving me a nod. The door of the living room opened, revealing Kathrine in an ember-colored satin dress, her blonde hair pinned to the side, and by her side, Xavier was there with his hand on her hip. He seemed utterly enamored with whatever my sister was telling him, causing a dull ache to throb in my chest.

The gown was sleek, form-fitting, a shade of deep emerald that shimmered under the ballroom lights. I barely recognize myself in the mirror, the transformation from Leila Steele, wife of a billionaire, to a woman capable of walking into the lion’s den unnoticed. I exhaled slowly, adjusting the delicate diamond bracelet on my wrist. This wasn’t just another event. It was a battlefield. Damien’s charity gala was a carefully orchestrated performance, a façade meant to distract from what was really happening behind closed doors. And if I played this right, I would find the cracks.

For him, I was willing to give it another shot. I flashed a grin and reached out my hand. "Hi, I'm Cecilia. Your bride-to-be." Bernardo looked at me with a sneer. "You think you, in your pitiful state, are fit to marry me? You're not even worth shining my shoes. Dream on." His contempt was like a splash of icy water, steadying my pulse. "Miss your toothbrush this morning, or is your breath always this stinky? Didn't anyone teach you manners?" I shot back.

He gestured to the building they were standing in, non-verbally telling her to lead the way. Scared of what punishment would be bestowed upon her if she didn't, she did just that and only stopped when they stepped into a fashion store. "This one's famous and sorta expensive." She explained, leading the way inside. Zheme followed her silently, calloused hands entangled behind his back and a seemingly endless smile possessing his deeply red lips. He was pleased, his fiancé or rather fiancé to be was no doubt the right match for him. Her head of blond locks, her voluptuous body, her creamy thighs, her firm bosom and the delicacy of her essence.

He said angrily at her. “They would see through it,look at her she’s a mess,she’s fidgeting,what would they say if they see her instead of Katherine,and worst of all dining in fear,won’t that make your name spill in the mud as a ruthless in law” Mr.Sinclair looked at her and finally took her point,he agreed to postpone the wedding till tomorrow,where I am more “comfortable” And then it hit me,so cold.Guests outside would soon rise to their feet, expecting to see a glowing bride walking toward her groom.But they would see only me. The imposter.