Julian Ovenden Bridgerton Novels & Stories

It looked like armor. A soft knock rattled the door before it swung open. Julian stepped into the room. He was dressed in a bespoke black tuxedo that made his broad shoulders look impossibly wide, his dark hair brushed back flawlessly. He stopped, his gaze sweeping over her from the hem of the ivory silk to the dark curls pinned meticulously at the back of her head. For a single, fleeting second, his charcoal eyes darkened, a flash of something primal and intensely possessive rippling across his features before his ironclad composure snapped back into place.

At Nathan's words, Julian let out a short, startled laugh. “You must be kidding.” “No, I am not.” “Wow. I never expected this…” he gestured at me, “…woman could be your wife. Is she, not Charlotte Windsor, the fake child and fake heiress?” I stilled, and blood drained from my face. If Petty had been dismissive earlier, Julian's words were downright condescending. He stared at me with such blatant disgust that my old instincts kicked in, and I wanted to run, hide, and get as far away from his judgmental eyes as possible.

Maybe she wasn't actually that bad, he thought. But, just as the room fell into an uncomfortable silence, her cousin Brianna the birthday girl stepped forward, her voice dripping with disdain as she addressed both Julian and Scarlett. “The only person who should leave is the useless trash you married, Scarlett,” Brianna spat, her gaze on Julian sharp. Despite the well-tailored suit that made him look like someone from a good background, Brianna knew better. She’d heard enough from her family, and they all called him trash, his appearance only fooled those who didn’t know the truth. Scarlett had bought him those clothes.

If she couldn’t convince Catherine Vane, she could at least ruin this mystery woman’s reputation in high society before the wedding announcement even happened. "Yes, Vanessa," Cynthia said, crossing her arms and putting a look of heavy disgust on her face. "Julian is apparently planning a wedding. But you will not believe the kind of woman he is tying himself to. It is absolutely embarrassing." Beatrice gasped, taking a quick sip of her water. "Embarrassing? But the Vane family only associates with millionaires or billionaires. Who is she?"

"Then I'll let you talk. I'll head in first." "Go on." His palm brushed her hair again as his chin lifted slightly. Inside the restaurant, Sydney had just reached Marcus and Billy's private room when her phone buzzed. Charlotte: [That girl next to Mr. Sterling is Mr. Octavo's daughter. He heard Julian was single and planned to introduce her today. But before he could, Julian cut him off.] Sydney's fingers hesitated above the screen. Sydney: [You once said Julian liked someone. Do I know her?]

These past few minutes had to be the most painfully awkward moments of Sophia’s life. The room plunged into a heavy silence. The intense eye contact between Julian and the woman named Olivia spoke volumes, yet revealed nothing at the same time. There was an undeniable tension, clear from the way his jaw tightened and fury flashed in his darkened green eyes as he stared at her. Could she be an ex-lover? A relationship that had ended badly, perhaps? That seemed like a reasonable explanation. For the briefest moment, Julian glanced at Maya, raising his eyebrow in a way that felt almost threatening. Sophia noticed her father awkwardly shifting in place, shooting a glare at Maya, who still appear

"Olivia, what are you doing? You're already marrying Adrian Sterling. Why can't you leave Julian alone? What do you want from me? Will you only be satisfied when I'm dead?" I did not spare her a glance. I walked straight onto the stage. Julian's eyes lit up. "Liv, I knew you'd come back. My gamble worked. "I knew you couldn't let me go. You were only too proud to admit it. That's why I proposed to Tessa. I wanted to make you jealous enough to stop the wedding. "Liv, you really came. I'm so happy. I now announce that my bride is..." "One moment." I interrupted him with a smile. "I came to deliver a wedding present."

"She doesn't know as many skills as you do. You really know how to turn me on. You are submissive and easy to control, while she is… very challenging.” “You shouldn't talk about her like that,” Elena's voice sounded, laced with feigned concern, “After all, she is your fiancée and… my friend. I won't let you talk badly about her.” Julian's voice sounded back, laced with lust and impatience, “So what? She is in the UK at the moment. She doesn't know you are in her bed, in her room. With her fiance…” After that, the sound that echoed was the sound of kisses and smooches.

He looked cold and strict as his piercing, icy blue eyes drifted slowly toward me, looking me up and down with a calculating glare. “You are late, Julian,” Eleanor Montgomery hissed. “I was finalizing my remote work parameters, Mother,” Julian answered stiffly in a cold and entirely professional tone but he did not look at her. Instead, he stepped closer to me, his jaw tightening. “So, this is the ranch heiress.” A spike of irritation flared in my chest at his cold tone. I stood my ground, staring right back into his eyes with an unimpressed glare because who the hell does he think he is?

“They make a beautiful couple. You know who that is, right? The only son of that billionaire, Adrian Whitmore.” Adrian Whitmore? The gorgeous man I almost kissed twenty minutes ago? The gorgeous man I turned down because I had a boyfriend, only to find out that said boyfriend, is cheating on me. This is the worst night of my life. Tears sting my eyes, threatening to fall, but I force them back and clear my throat. “I thought I just heard that Julian’s last name is Huntington.” My manager shakes her head. “Adrian’s late wife was from a noble family, so Julian goes by her maiden name.”