Next Bridgerton Novels & Stories

My father catches her just in time. "What are we going to do, Martin? The guests are out there, and worse, the Sinclairs are waiting for us to provide them with a daughter-in-law to seal the deal. We can't go out there and tell them that the bride won't be coming today; we can't," my father soothes her, telling her it's going to be alright. "We'll figure it out." He tells her. "I'm sorry, but we don't have time to figure it out," Adrian interjects. His voice was cold, and from the way his brows were furrowed, he was just as much confused as I was.

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.

“Wait a second. Emily would never let you leave unless…” Her eyes widened. “You got married, didn’t you?” I swallowed. “…Yes.” There was a long beat of silence. Then… “WHAT?!” Her shout nearly knocked me off my feet. “Anastasia, you don’t even have a boyfriend!” I winced. “I do now?” Claire gaped at me. “Who? When? How? Why?!” I told her about Eleanor Zane, about how I had saved her, and how she had insisted that I marry her grandson. I told her how I had barely known Christopher, how we had met for the first time today and gotten married immediately.

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.