Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Bridgerton

“She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.” “You deceived the king’s emissary, and therefore the king himself.” “Not as much as you did, Groigair Padraig Alasdair MacInnis.” Padraig scowled at her and grabbed the counterpane, tossing it back to reveal her nakedness. Eliana gasped when grabbed her ankle and tugged her quickly to the edge of the

Jane made a call to Brandon, but he didn't take his calls - after calling for the fifth time, someone picked the call. "Brandon i want us to meet now!" She said in a strict tone. "Ummm......Sorry, this isn't Brandon on the line, it's his wife" She heard a voice - she figured out it was Beatrice. "Oh, you are the bitch he got married to" Jane said and the next thing she heard made her angry. "Am his wife and you who are you? You must be his mistress, right?. Aren't you ashame, if he really loves you then he wouldn't have gotten married to me, he's just toiling with you" Jane heard her say and the call went disconnected.

It's one thing to get married, it's another thing getting married to your mean, arrogant boss. I had excused myself from Antonio's mother saying I wanted to rest and sleep since we had come late home from her ladies group where she wanted to introduce me as Antonio's fiancé and his soon to be bride. The ladies were quite lovely and accepting. Didn't feel any bad blood there.

“Tell him how you’ve been lying to him. Tell him how you stole my life!” “Marianne,” I said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady. “There’s nothing to tell. Go home to your husband and leave us alone.” But Marianne wasn’t done. She folded her arms across her chest, her expression smug. “Your precious wife is nothing but a fraud,” she announced loudly, her words deliberately aimed to draw the growing crowd’s attention. “She’s not my real sister—she’s adopted. She’s the impostor who stole everything from me! She was supposed to marry Clinton, but instead, she tricked her way into your life.”

I opened it carefully, expecting documents — and found exactly that. Printed bank records. Company memos. A name I recognized and one I didn’t. Blake Holdings — Ethan’s shell company. And beneath it: V.M. Enterprises. My stomach twisted. Vanessa. I scanned the lines, my eyes burning as numbers blurred into meaning. Money wired between accounts, weeks before the wedding. “Consulting fees.” “Event logistics.” Innocent words covering betrayal. I pressed a hand to my forehead. “Of course she did,” I whispered. “Of course she was part of it.”

“I'm not doing this tonight.” He ignored me and walked closer. His eyes were dark, still hungry. That was when I knew Lia couldn't satisfy him. “Take your clothes off.” He said. I shook my head and pulled the blanket higher. “You just fucked my sister. I can still smell her on you. I can't do this.” Adrian’s expression didn’t change. He grabbed the blanket and yanked it away. I tried to push him back, but he caught my wrists easily. “You don’t get to say no,” he said quietly. “You put yourself here, Serena. Remember that. You took her place. You became my wife instead of her. So now you deal with the consequences.”

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

# THE HUSBAND I IMAGINED ## Season Two: The Life We Chose *A steamy contemporary romance novel — sequel season* --- ## Chapter One: The Journalist Vivian Cross had been building her career for fifteen years on exactly one skill: finding the seam in a story that everyone else had already decided was finished.

“So. You’re the woman who agreed to fake an engagement with Nathan.” I blink. “He told you?” “Of course he did. You’ll be spending time with our daughter.” Oh. Right. I fiddle with the dinosaur in my hands. “So you’re still...close?” “I couldn’t ask for a better co-parent for Kiera,” Bridget says. Her mouth quirks up in a smile. “Or a worse husband for me. If that’s what you’re asking.” I flush. She arches a brow. “So how fake is this fake relationship, Nicole?”

Alexis tilted her head, a laugh escaping her lips, a laugh void of humor and brimming with disdain. “Oh, the audacity,” she said, turning to Julian with mock incredulity. “Can you believe this? The man who cheated on me with my best friend thinks he has the right to ask questions about who I’m with?” Ryan’s nostrils flared. “I’m your fiancé, Alexis.” That declaration hit her like a slap, her laughter abruptly silenced. She blinked, her lips parting in disbelief before she found her voice again. “You’re my what?” “You heard me,” Ryan said, stepping closer, his tone defensive. “We’re engaged. Or have you forgotten?”