Novel & Cerita Next Bridgerton

He said angrily at her. “They would see through it,look at her she’s a mess,she’s fidgeting,what would they say if they see her instead of Katherine,and worst of all dining in fear,won’t that make your name spill in the mud as a ruthless in law” Mr.Sinclair looked at her and finally took her point,he agreed to postpone the wedding till tomorrow,where I am more “comfortable” And then it hit me,so cold.Guests outside would soon rise to their feet, expecting to see a glowing bride walking toward her groom.But they would see only me. The imposter.

Something about a bridge being nearby is the only thing I can remember. Suddenly, the world swirls and I’m standing on that bridge with Kendric. “I fell off the cliff and then ended up here. This was our third life, for sure.” Kendric looks over at me with a confused expression. “Are you seeing this too?” A ticking clock sounds from somewhere nearby and I look around to see where it’s coming from. “Do you hear that?” A voice comes out of nowhere from somewhere above us. “Midnight is coming. Run while you can.”

But the truth was even more astonishing - he was, in fact, Christian Bridges, heir to the Bridges fashion throne, and one of the most drool-worthy models on the planet. This was his turf and just hours before, he'd been negotiating with contractors to get the stalled project back on track. Now, he was staring down a whole different kind of problem: a gang of thieves had made his building their playground. He lifted his finger to his mouth, his pink lips puckering slightly as he made a soft 'shh' sound. It wasn't until his other hand left Sienna's lips that she remembered to breathe, the air rushing into her lungs like a cool mist on a hot day.

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 was no trace of the girl in a cheap blazer who used to bring Damien Sterling his coffee, her head down, her presence a ghost. Elena, my only link to the past and my co-conspirator in the present, leaned against the doorframe. “Well? You look like a million bucks. Soon, you’ll be looking at a billion.” “It’s not the money, Lena,” I said, my voice flat. “I know.” Her tone softened. “But are you sure about this, Sarah? Once you step onto this path...” “It’s Aria,” I corrected her, the name still feeling foreign on my tongue. “And there’s no other path. There’s only forward.”

My heart was still hammering against my ribs from the dance, a wild, trapped thing. I felt like a lamb being paraded around a room full of wolves, and the biggest wolf of all had his arm wrapped tightly around me. "Ah, Julian! A spectacular gala," a heavy-set man with a thick mustache boomed, raising his champagne glass. "And this must be your lovely new bride." "Thank you, Marcus," Julian said. His voice was smooth now, completely different from the icy tone he used when he threatened me. "This is Vivian. She's been the light of my life since we met."

But as impossible as it may sound, a man as secured as him, owned a famous company that somebody trustworthy enough supervised under his name. Fortunately though, that person was needed no more, because what was awaited upon has just been found. HIS BRIDE. . . Well technically, she wasn't yet his bride, but willing or not, she would be. He had already spotted her, she had already been chosen, she was his now…undeniably his.

Brinley. Things were finally starting to fall in place, the wedding is tomorrow and I cannot wait to marry the man of my dreams. With so many things going on at the house, between Dominic and Henry, Annabella and Calliana had a falling out and everyone seems like they are walking on eggshells.

Mia nodded her head slowly and Zoe wished they could just drop the subject. "She looks familiar." Aaron said finally. It was the first time Zoe was hearing him speak and his voice held and commanded a lot of power. "Where do we know her?" "She's the heiress to Madrigal hotels." Avery said to him. "We have done business with them in the past." "Margery is your mother." Aaron said, smiling and turning to give his mother a look. "That's interesting." "I'm glad you all find it so." Avery butted in quickly before more questions would be thrown at them. "She's my wife, we got married few hours ago. There has been no ceremony yet and I'm not sure there will be."

the old man Sanders says with a voice filled with grief but a voice from behind interrupts the peaceful ambiance. “And who says you can't have her as your granddaughter-in-law?” a voice says from behind, and they turn to see Nicholas walking up to them with a smirk. ‘What nonsense is he spurting?’ Hadley mulled in her head, and she felt the grip on her waist felt tighter, and Maurice's expression was grim too.