Cho Chang Bridgerton Novels & Stories

He just sat across from her and treated her like an intellectual equal. Then, at exactly nine-thirty, the air in the restaurant shifted. Zara saw her. Chloe Sterling had just been seated at a table near the far window, partially obscured by a velvet partition. She was surrounded by three wealthy socialites the exact kind of hollow, gossiping women Zara used to drift around at twenty-two. Chloe was putting on a flawless performance. She tossed her head back, laughing at the exact right volume, her massive engagement ring catching the amber light. She was playing the perfect, unbothered billionaire's fiancée.

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

"I sure did miss you." Stepping closer to her, I open the top few buttons of her shirt. The silk fabric beneath it reveals a black bra with intricately embroidered red and pink poppies on the cups. It's the one I picked out for her alongside her work clothes the first night I had invited her back to my house. I can't believe she's wearing it today. A steady rush of blood flows to my manhood, making me feel hot and flush with my own arousal. I can't hold back anymore.

George's voice was laced with contempt as he spat, "You think I didn't know? Just look at yourself. Your looks, your mannerisms, and your education—none of it matches the Laytons'. You're not even in the same league as Beatrice, and you think you can marry me?" They kept arguing, but I was already walking away. George ran after me and grabbed my wrist. "Bea, don't go. You saw it. I ended things with her. It's over. You don't have to worry about it anymore, okay? Please, just give me one more chance." I yanked my hand free. "Mr. Chapman, have some dignity. I'll be your sister-in-law soon. "Maybe you think you can get whatever you want because you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. B

She transformed her anger into a driving force, channeling it into the swift preparation of six delectable dishes. Outside the villa, a car came to a halt in the yard, and Gabriel Bennet sauntered in, his attention immediately drawn to Chloe. His eyes held a flicker of amusement as he lowered his head, indulging in a leisurely drag of his cigarette. Unabashedly, his gaze roamed over every inch of her form, from head to toe, as if he was assessing her value like a mere commodity—a possession to be appraised.

*** Across the estate, in another wing of the mansion, Chloe was celebrating as though she had won a crown. She danced barefoot in the living room, music blasting from her phone as she twirled in her designer nightgown. “Who’s the villain now, hmm?” she sang to herself, giggling breathlessly. “Who’s the evil witch now, internet? Not me! Oh no. I am the angel wife, the savior mother, the perfect Mrs. Langford!” She snatched a champagne bottle from the table, popping the cork and letting it spill onto the marble floor. She lifted the bottle to her lips, drinking straight from it as she swayed her hips, her laughter echoing off the walls.

While she was at it, maybe pick up a winning lottery ticket or a new life too. “Thank you so much for the bracelet, Zachary. It looks expensive.” The voice slid in from behind her like a cold draft. Just her luck. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Her neck tightened anyway. Isabella turned. Chloe Dubois stood there in a cream coat like she was starring in her own commercial. She was clinging to Zachary’s arm and angling her hand so the diamond caught the fluorescent light. Subtlety had never been her favorite sport.

Dean turned, and Bethany’s heart dropped as she saw Fred—on one knee proposing to Chantel. " What the fuck is he doing? "

Vivian said, turning her back for the maid to oil her skin. “Have you forgotten that Our Jannie is an irresistible beauty. I'm sure he regretted what he had done," Carissa bragged like she was the one marrying my husband. “She is right. You guys needed to see how he came to my parents house and went down on his knees begging for my forgiveness. Well, as proud as I'm, I made him suffer for a while before I accepted his apology. He even took me to a renowned fashion designer to have my wedding dress customized," I bragged.

I smile at the fact that even though I am mad at him right now, he is still making sure I am safe. “I am currently reading the Bridgerton book series. It is about a family called the Bridgertons. Lady Violet Bridgerton, who is the mother, and her eight children. The kids are named alphabetically from Anthony all the way down to Hyacinth. Anthony is the first born, he is the Viscount,” I tell him.