Fanfiction Bridgerton Novels & Stories

“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.

Anna flinched at her and in a hurry, she apologized to them. "I---I am sorry. I---I w--was just talking gibberish."Anna apologized bowing her head. "Stupid nerd! We don't need your opinion. Just stay quietly behind us." Dawn said arrogantly. Anna bowed her head even more. All of a sudden, a graceful voice was heard in front of them who heard them talking about Erella. "Lady Foster, why do you think their assumptions were wrong?" Bridgette Atkinson suddenly asked smiling. She was smiling but her eyes didn't show the gladness her mouth is showing. Bridgette Atkinson was the only daughter of Duke Atkinson in the western Kingdom of Arryn.

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.”

“Last night, Adrian came back from work early. Lia had just finished bathing. She wore this thin, silky red dress. No bra. It clung to her body like water. The moment Adrian saw her, he couldn’t control himself. He grabbed her right there in the living room. They didn’t even make it to the bedroom. He fucked her on the couch. It was passionate. Rough but loving. The way he touched her, the way he kissed her, it was different from how he touched you. I saw it from the hallway. I couldn’t look away.” Clara’s voice dropped even lower. “After they finished, she gave him a blowjob on the floor. He was still inside her when his phone buzzed on the table. A text message popped up. From Marcus. The

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.

She sniffed, raised her head and wiped her tears. “Alright,” she said standing up. “You are going to pretend to be me and I will be that bitch and that bastard,” she said, her voice full of pain and anger. I waited for Bridget to commence. She then began an imitation of Eliot in the restaurant as the girl walked in. “This is what he said to her: Vanessa, it isn't what you think it is. This is Bridget and she is... Then that bitch how the audacity to ask: Didn't you tell her that I and you have been dating for the past year?”

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?”