Julian Ovenden Bridgerton Novels & Stories

“Gather all data on the Adeline family’s assets within one hour, Marcus. I want every penny they’ve hidden laid out on my desk.” Julian’s voice was cold as he stepped into the Empire Group lobby. The man no longer wore the casual clothes he favored when relaxing at the apartment with Claire. Today, he was dressed in an expensive black tuxedo, cut to emphasize his broad shoulders. His presence was so commanding that staff in the lobby immediately bowed their heads low, daring not to meet his eyes.

She wanted Julian to say something to her and bring this wedding to a perfect end, but she didn’t expect him to give her such a pleasant surprise by kneeling and confessing to her. What a great honor! After the wedding, she was bound to be the object of envy of all the socialites and ladies in Richburgh! Kayla’s heart was bursting with happiness. But what Julian said next immediately sent her to hell. “I, Julian Fulcher, have only ever loved one woman. Her surname is Winnington, and her name is Diana!” He looked at all the guests and went on firmly, “It is Diana Winnington, the daughter of the Winningtons whom I married three years ago! It’s definitely not Kayla Winnington, the imposter of a

Bridgerton then stepped into the room and attached electrical wires and tubes to my body. They somehow believed that I am still in my unconscious state of mind. But, I was trying so hard not to close my eyes to make sure I could see another monster in front of me once I opened them. "What are you gonna do with her?" asks Mrs. Bridgerton to her husband. "She already knows our secret. What else could it be?" says Mr. Bridgerton followed by an abrupt sigh. He then set his index and middle fingers on my hand to check my pulse.

After showering, Julia stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. “Wow… You really are pretty, Julia Watson,” she murmured. Her skin was fair and as smooth as silk. Her eyebrows were perfectly shaped, and her lips were pink. Her delicate nose fit her facial structure perfectly. “Tsk,” She clicked her tongue. “Despite having a good family background and flawless beauty, she still ended up being betrayed by her jerk of a fiancé. Such good cards landed on poor hands.” Meanwhile, Jared stood in the living room downstairs. He answered his assistant’s call.

Better than me. But all his rehearsed, logical arguments left his mind the moment Julian opened the door. Julian wasn’t wearing anything seductive. All he was wearing was an old, oversized dark red shirt—and nothing else, as far as Devlin could tell. Swallowing, Devlin dragged his gaze from those cute little toes to Julian’s well-shaped legs and thighs. Like most Dainiri omegas, Julian was on the curvier side, and Devlin’s hands itched to lift the hem of that oversized shirt and find out whether his ass was as round and plush as it had felt in his hands—

I was the prettiest bride walking down the aisle, I was getting married to "Michael Fisher".. "The Michael Fisher," apart from the fact that his grandmother is the richest in the country, he has been my crush since forever. I had seen him on billboards and Tv. I was an aspiring actress, but I never got a major role, and now I got the role of being the wife to the heir to the FISHERS WORLD. 2 WEEKS EARLIER "Leah......leah...." My name echoed in the balcony of the house, the sound of the voice was familiar, the landlord.

Tiffany threw over her shoulder, her heels clicking aggressively against the concrete floor, "then my name isn’t Tiffany Everhart. That was Nathaniel's calling card." Julian stepped through the threshold behind her, ducking his head slightly to clear the low lintel. His custom-tailored charcoal suit looked laughably out of place amid the towering stacks of discount upholstery and surplus remnants. He brushed a speck of dust from his sleeve with two fingers, his expression a mix of weary indulgence and absolute bewilderment.

“Regardless of your history with your brother, Evelyn is a member of this family now. She is Lucien’s wife, and she will be treated with respect at this table. I won’t have her insulted because you two can’t behave like adults.” Julian raised his hands in a mock gesture of surrender, though the glint in his eyes didn’t fade. “Of course, Mother. My apologies to the happy couple.” He turned his gaze back to Evelyn, leaning forward just an inch. The warmth of the room seemed to vanish. “I’m just surprised, that’s all,” Julian said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that everyone could still hear. “After how much time Lucien spent with Isabella Vance before the wedding, I assumed he

She truly was the perfect image of a high-society princess. The Noble Partner "Are your systems fully prepared to deploy?" Julian’s deep baritone voice echoed from the corridor as his tall frame materialized in the doorway. He was dressed in a pristine, custom-tailored black three-piece tuxedo that accentuated his broad shoulders and commanding height. His mixed heritage granted him a striking, effortlessly aristocratic western elegance—he looked perfectly collected, intensely handsome, and every bit the elite gentleman. Sarah quietly observed his appearance, silently validating that Julian's aesthetic metrics were completely on par with Arthur Vance's highest standard.

It was perfectly preserved, like someone had gone out of their way to keep it from fading. Calvin. Younger by the look of his features. Unbuttoned shirt. Wild-eyed and grinning in that dangerous, devastating way he sometimes did when he forgot to be careful. One hand held a glass of whiskey, the other? Wrapped around a woman. She was stunning. Tall. Bronze skin. Sharp cheekbones and bright, full lips. Her body curled into his like she belonged there - like they were made of the same skin. Julian. The previous queen of Deva. The infamous supermodel turned mystery. The one Calvin had pushed into the spotlight… and then, rumor said, out of his bed and out of his life like yesterday’s cologne.