Gregory Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "

"I'm sorry, sir but I'm not who you think I am." "You're not Asher's wife or.." the smile wiped off his face and he now looked curious. I breathed out, bracing myself again as I wiped the tears from my eyes. "No, I mean yes. I'm not Julia, my name is Elena. I am the second daughter of Roger's family. I am not the one Asher was meant to get married to." The quick swipe in his expression almost had my flying out of my seat and through the door, it was a deep scowl that gradually got deeper.

"You mentioned that you could be Mr. Winchester's uncle. Mr. Moore, don't you own a company? Can you not even afford to buy a mirror or a phone that comes with a camera? You should really take a better look at yourself." Hannah didn't notice his reaction, she turned back around to face Gregory. She sneered coldly and continued, "Even if we were to put your position and abilities aside, just take a look at your own appearance, it's not really a sight for sore eyes. How do you have the audacity to act all buddy-buddy with Mr. Winchester?" Gregory's face flushed red. As a middle-aged man, Gregory no longer bothered about his appearance. He had a pot-belly and thinning hair.

"Marcus is holding pieces of this over Elena's family, and I don't even know if the letter she just opened is real or something built to look real using truths only you and I should have known." Daniel exhaled slowly, the sound of a man finally putting down something heavy he had carried alone for too long. "The real letters never mention the theater," he said carefully. "They talk about your grandmother's regret. About a man she loved and was forbidden to marry, an architect named Thomas Hart. Nothing about property. Nothing about Marcus by name, because Marcus wasn't born yet when they were written."

I think of Carlos with a smile on my face. "I have to show you something" Bridget says, showing us her phone. “Oh, no. Another influencer caught in a scandal?” Helen asks, raising her brows dramatically. Bridget shakes her head. “Worse. Your ex-prince charming, Emily. Alexander.” At the mention of his name, my heart does an uncomfortable flip. “What about him?” I ask slowly. Bridget doesn’t answer right away. She taps her screen and turns the phone toward us. “Watch.”

The headline made my blood run cold. "Christopher Zane's Secret First Marriage Revealed: Billionaire's Past Hidden from Current Wife." My hands went numb as I took the phone from Claire, scrolling through the article with growing horror. According to the piece, Christopher had been married before, years ago, to a woman named Katherine Morrison. The marriage had lasted less than a year before ending in what was described as a "bitter and costly divorce." There were photos—grainy but unmistakable—of a younger Christopher signing what appeared to be legal documents, a beautiful dark-haired woman beside him.

There and then, he decided that on his off day, he would visit a close relative that he knew could help him. Something is wrong; Rudney’s guts kept nagging at him. However, Rudney’s thoughts were interrupted by the show on the television. He hissed and looked away, saying, “They are always showing stale gist.” If Lily had been here, they would have gossiped and laughed about it, but while Rudney pondered on that, the words of the presenter floated into his ears. A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner.

she said, “it’s not forever by force. If I want out one day—” “You’re free,” Dante said instantly. “Always.” She studied him. Then, slowly, deliberately, she reached for the pen on the counter. “Okay,” she said. His breath caught. “I’ll be your secret bride.” Dante’s control cracked—just for a second. He crossed the distance and pulled her into his arms, not desperate, not possessive—protective. Certain. He pressed his forehead to hers. “One day,” he murmured, “the world will know your name.”

" Jonathan was most likely. Did she regret letting him go so easily when Beatrice walked back into his life? She threw her head back in laughter. "You're funny. I miss Jonathan. I still will till tomorrow," she said softly, his name sounding so intimate. I hated the way she said his name. I hated the look of adoration in her eyes when she said his name. Fuck, I hated everything about that stupid man. "But it's not about him. Our separation was amicable, Richy. And now he's a huge part of my life, along with Beatrice. I love them a lot. I think I might love Beatrice more than I love Jonathan, you know? She's such a lovely woman."

Ethan replied, his tone equally controlled. Adrian’s gaze shifted to me. Slowly. Deliberately. “And this must be the fiancée,” he said. I felt the weight of his attention like a spotlight. I forced a small, polite smile. “Ava Bennett,” I said. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “Interesting,” he murmured. Something about the way he said it made my skin prickle. “Congratulations,” he added, though it didn’t sound entirely sincere. “Thank you,” I replied.