Next Bridgerton Novels & Stories

They might even recognize me. “Are you nervous?” I glanced at Blake and smiled softly. “Kinda. People might recognize me.” The corner of his lips rose. “Of course, they’d recognize you. The luxurious Brianna Quinn, heiress of The Quinn’s Villa is seen with Blake Lucas, the handsome nephew of a legendary actor.” I smirked too. “Really, huh?” He chuckled and shook his head. I was taken aback when he suddenly held my hand. I panicked and I quickly pulled my hand back, shocking the both of us.

Beatrice leapt forward and pointed at my face, an angry expression as if she wished she could send me away immediately. "Do you know who you're pointing at?" Ethan's voice was cold. "You are disrespectful to Lady Esther Joan. She is Sir Dominic Arnold's fiancée." Ethan had just finished speaking when Beatrice immediately changed her face, she looked at me like she couldn't believe it. Everyone who was waiting for the conversation was also surprised to the point of not moving.

•SOPHIA LANGFORD• Thump. Thump.. My heart raced insanely fast as I took steady strides towards the altar, raising my wedding gown a bit as I moved alongside the bridal maids. ..bridal maids I didn't even know. Nothing could be more relieving than being in the process of getting a fortune but at the same time, nothing could be more dreadful than being contractually bound to a billionaire who had a million rivals… Everything had really happened so fast this week..

Had he not arrived yet? “Hey, Brooks! Looking for me? I’m right here to walk you down the aisle. I’m older to you after all!” said Brandon as he came up behind her, looking dashing in a dark charcoal tuxedo. Brooklyn’s face brightened up with a dazzling smile. “Only by 2 minutes, Brand. It doesn’t count but of course, I would want you to walk with me. You’re the only family I have,” said Brooklyn. Brandon grinned and gave all his attention to his nephews, forgetting his twin. Brooklyn rolled her eyes and waited for the ceremony to begin. She could see Nikolas waiting at the altar with Bruce. The marriage officiant hadn’t arrived yet and he was getting impatient. Bruce’s sisters, Hailey and M

And her wedding dresses were haute couture. She invited business celebrities in the capital city, classmates, and friends. Vernon sent me an invitation, but I did not even look at it. But I still chose to attend it. I did not expect to be stopped by Robert Phillips at the main entrance. Robert was Bridget’s good friend from college and also a senior technician in Lindt’s Group. Robert looked at me in utter disdain. “Hubert, today is Bridget’s big day. What are you doing here? Here to cause trouble?

Serafina Marazona The early morning sunlight spilled through the bedroom windows, painting long golden lines across the sheets. I remained where I was, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing it. Sleep had come in broken pieces throughout the night, interrupted by memories of locked doors, Cassandra’s questions, Vincenzo’s silence, and the promise I had made simply to survive. Now that I had made it back to the estate alive, another battle waited for me. I had given my word, and whether it had been made under threat or not, I had no intention of pretending it had never happened. If I wanted Vincenzo to treat me as something more than a frightened girl hidden behind his name, then I h

I ask him. "I don't joke Princess "he says and throws a file at me. I opened it. I Dickey Cyprus today blah blah betrothe my son Hunter Cyprus to Chase Westbrook's daughter in appreciation for a kindness he did for my family I skip to the bottom. Hunter Cyprus -10 years old. Lauren Westbrook -5 years old. Signed by: Dickey Cyprus. Chase Westbrook Signature. Signature. I laugh. "My father's name is not chase silly. "I say feeling a little bit relieved.

She could hear from his voice he was pouting like a child whose favourite toy had just been taken away. ‘I was working late.’ ‘I tried the office. They said you’d gone home.’ ‘I told them to say that, David. I didn’t want to be disturbed.’ ‘Oh, pity. There’s nothing wrong, is there?’ ‘No,’ she lied. ‘Look, Bridget asked me to find out what she should wear. I think she’s got the idea that ermine and tiaras are statutory with members of the British aristocracy.’ ‘It’s black tie for the men. Something slinky and long would be nice.’

His face hovered so close to mine that I could smell the candy off his breath. “Please don’t.” I murmured and pulled away when I remembered that we are not alone. “You win.” I better act as unaffected as a log because if Bridget should have second doubts about us, I’m screwed. If Wesley finds out, my cellist opportunity is cancelled. “You must be Adele’s step brother. I am Bridget.” Bridget hurried beside me stretching her hand for a shake. “I’ve heard so much about you. Let me show you around.”

The soft rustle of satin filled my ears as I stood at the top of the staircase, my hand clutching the banister for support. The world outside seemed muted, as if time had slowed to a crawl. Every step forward felt heavier than the last, each one taking me closer to a future I was uncertain of. The grand chandelier above sparkled like a thousand stars, casting a shimmering light on the extravagant guests gathered below. Their faces blurred as I focused only on one thing: the man waiting at the altar. Ethan Vaughn.