Novel & Cerita Julian Ovenden Bridgerton

My chest was tight with rage. I chuckled dryly, darkly, no longer hiding the venom in my voice. “You really are shit at sales, Julian. If this was your pitch, consider it rejected—hard pass.” He stood slowly, walking to the fireplace like a villain in a gothic novel, and stared into the flames. “Olivia Lancaster. Spoiled brat of the Davenports. Happily married to you—or should I say, not happily?” He clicked his tongue, mock-disappointed.

He continues by saying, "This is Oliver, she's the one who's been here the longest. A real pro." Oliver gives me a once-over and asks, "Aren't you a little too dressed up?" I look down at my outfit. They all laugh at this and Oliver says, "Hey no pressure. You'll get used to it." "Lastly, this is Juliana." Juliana has honey-blonde hair and green eyes. Her nose and cheeks are freckled and she's the only one who's actually dressed in lingerie. She mutters a 'hi' at me and I do the same. Medwin then claps his hands and says, "So, this is how it's going to go. You will watch for the first few dances and then we see how good you are at copying. Deal?"

“Do you even know who I am, huh?!” Julian let out a short breath, glaring irritably at his ruined shirt, yet his eyes remained locked sharply on Vivienne. “Of course I know very well. You are Mr. Dominic Thorne’s lonely wife. The pufferfish who danced so confidently in the banquet hall last night just to attract attention.” Vivienne’s eyes widened perfectly. Julian’s mouth was truly sharp and poisonous.

"Darling, I'm going to be frank because I care about you. You're a lovely girl, truly. But Julian needs more than lovely. He needs... substantial." "Substantial?" "Old money. Breeding. A woman from his world who understands what's expected." She takes a sip of her water. "Someone like Vivienne Laurent." The name lands like a stone in my stomach. "You know about her?" "Of course I know about her. Her family has been friends with ours for years. She's everything Julian needs accomplished, connected, from excellent stock. And she's already proven she can give a man children. Two healthy, beautiful children."

She quickly typed, ‘Alexander Roman Browning’ into her browser, and she was shocked when she saw a long and extensive result bar. But the top page, the title of the news caught her immediate attention. ‘EXCLUSIVE NEWS: ALEXANDER ROMAN BROWNING CALLS IT OFF WITH HIS BEAU, A YOUNG HEIRESS JULIENNE RUTHFORD. HE LEADS ASTHRAY–THE INSIDER SAID’

Chapter 5: The Weight of the Ring The air in the master suite felt heavy like it was made of lead. Elena stood in front of the mirror. She did not recognize the person staring back at her. She was wearing a midnight-blue silk gown that Julian had sent her. It was a gift. It felt like a trap. "A year " she said to herself, her fingers touching the hollow of her throat. "One year as a Vane." The door to the dressing room. Julian walked in. He was wearing a tuxedo that fit him perfectly. He looked like a billionaire. He was holding a box and the diamond inside was catching the light.

"You knew this was going to happen." Julian sat across from me, his deep blue eyes calm and knowing. "I know who you are, Harper Romano. And I know all about the Sterlings." His voice was level. "Your past doesn't change the future I see for us." I froze. "You... you've known from the beginning?" "I've known since the night of the charity gala." Julian picked up his own whiskey. "Eldest daughter of the Romano family, former fiancée of the Sterling heir, the star of a scandalous wedding. That information wasn't hard to find."

Everyone thinks Julian isn’t seeing someone, but between Julian and me, we both know that’s not true. In fact, Julia is engaged to a Beta heiress but is keeping it a secret for now, for the goddess knows why. So, it’s a secret just between us. “What?” Simon asks. “Since when?” “Who is she? What family is she from? Is she from Silver Valley?” Victor queries. If Julian wants to tell the guys the truth, then no, the girl is not from Silver Valley. But I’m worried, because I have a feeling he’s not talking about her.

Chastity and Julian arrived at the home of Jennifer ‘Jen’ Ayers. She was a fashion heiress. Her mother was a famous fashion designer. She had long brown hair. It was almost the same shade as Cassandra Beaumont’s – and just as long, too. She wore a long, red dress that hugged her very slender frame. Jen appeared to be in her late twenties. Jen kissed Julian on the cheek as she greeted him. “Darling, I haven’t seen you since September. You didn’t even come to my Halloween party.”

How bold he had been, showing such disrespect to her. Charlotte looked around and saw that Owen was still there, chatting with others. When he noticed her looking at him, he gave her a crooked smile. A shiver ran down Charlotte's spine. She thought that this man was far too good at disguising himself! By all appearances, Owen was a nobleman, so how could he be so rude? The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. She quietly asked Juliana about him. "Mom, who is that man? He looks like someone of great importance," Charlotte asked, her words loaded with hidden meaning that only she and Owen would understand.