Lady Sharma Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Mystery Bride" the tabloids had been whispering about all day. Damian slipped a possessive arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. Smile, Aara, he whispered through gritted teeth as he nodded to the cameras. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of lilies and the smell of old money. Men in tailored suits and women dripping in jewels turned their heads as they walked by. The whispers followed them like a trail of smoke. Is that her? "I heard she was a commoner." "Look at the way she’s holding onto him. Clearly a gold digger." Aara kept her head high, her nails digging into her palms. She felt like a specimen on display. At the center of the room, seated on a velvet chair

"I see you managed to fit into the dress. A bit snug, perhaps? But then, one cannot expect a common frame to carry couture with natural grace. It requires a certain... pedigree." ​"Thank you for the dress, Madam," I said, keeping my head bowed, my eyes on her diamond-encrusted shoes. ​"Madam?" Shaila laughed, a shrill, mocking sound that drew heads. "She still speaks like a scullery maid. Mother, I told you she was a hopeless case. Look at her—she’s trembling." ​A woman nearby... Sara, one of Shaila’s closest friends tittered behind her hand. "I heard she didn't even bring a dowry. Just a mountain of medical bills and a tragic backstory. How... quaintly middle-class."

he asked. "Of course not, sir," she answered. "You are Liam Hemsworth, the wealthiest man in New York." As she spoke, she began to cry. Asides from irritation, Liam felt a kind of pity towards this lady. And she was damn hot. "Are you a maid in the house?" "No, darling," she cried. "I am your wife. Your lawfully wedded wife."

Lily expressed happily while hugging the man. "What did you say?" came the voice of a lady. Lily moved back from the man to see a woman who appeared to be in her early thirties. She had rather a cold expression on her face. She was wearing a tailor-made glamorous dress. You can tell by just looking, that the fabric used in making the dress is very expensive. The dress was long and flowy with a split side. With one leg forward and hands akimbo she revealed a rather beautiful long leg and emitted a very cold aura.

I know he doesn't buy what I just said thank God I don't care. ******* As I make my way to the throne, a lady hold my hand. Her hand is warm and she gives a welcoming smile. "Hi, I am Tareem's wife, Tasha Darc. We met at your wedding" Tareem's wife? Oh! He left me at the altar to meet HER at the altar. I am not mad, I am just disappointed he made me make a fool of myself. "Oh hi. Sasha Vahemir" "Sasha Bahedia, you mean", she gives a silkily smile that washes away any anger I had from her earlier remark.

She said as Sherlin just looked away. “Come on, you will look so pretty in this, come on, I wil help you wear it,” Shayra said as Sherlin took off her bathrobe and slided into the lehenga, it was so beuatiufl if the sitauion was not as bad as it is right now. She surely would have admired the work on this lehenga. “wow di, you are looking so pretty,” Shayra said as the make up artist looked at Sherlin awe, she looked bo less than an angle arrived on eath.

Unable to shake the feeling, I had asked Dave to look into Lady M Armitage, the woman connected to Lila in the profile he dug up after that night at the club when I first met her. Dave clears his throat. “Lady M has a lot of influence in fashion and other businesses, with a net worth in the billions. From what I found, she stepped back from the public eye years ago, staying silent, only to reappear around the same time Lila went missing. Most of her properties from that period are under Lila’s name, which means Lila is fully provided for even without her direct involvement. She operates quietly, letting others manage her affairs, but her presence is felt everywhere”

She could decipher Cameron's art taste from all the paintings he hung on the walls on the Grayson floor. There was a large television on the wall and an electronic fireplace underneath, the sofas were white with gold trimmings... "Scarlett..." She turned around to see the lady who Cameron had handed Levi to. "Hello..." "I’m Misha Sharma," she answered. "Hello, Ms. Sharma, how’s Levi?" she asked eagerly. "He just had a bath; he should be here any..." She turned around to look behind her. "Here he is!" she announced excitedly. A young lady was holding him in her arms.

Vansh irritated and spoke further, "She is Sharanya Sharma, an engineering student. Umm, wait, she has joined your company too. For some work, umm, for a few days." "How is she?" Sid asked. "Damn, hot and best mistress. You know, I have spent many nights with her," vansh chuckled and my brain was out of mind. I grabbed the phone, and gritted angrily, staring at Sid, "He can lie, photos can be edited but I trust this girl." "Wait, what Arnav brother is doing there?" Vansh sounded terrible.

A female's voice cut us off,"Shayla? Is that you? Oh, yes! It's you! What a coincidence!" We whirled around -- Shayla was the first one to do so -- and I observed quietly how recognition washed over her features at the sight of the Indian woman standing in front of us. "Rashmi?" Shayla exclaimed,"Oh My God." Rashmi? Farhan's fiancee? I gaped. What a coincidence indeed. _________