Next Bridgerton Novels & Stories

’’ A familiar squeaky voice drawled beside her and she wasn’t surprised to see Brianna Foster and Marione Bridges. Brianna was the school’s resident queen bee and a bank heiress, she’s recently engaged to an oncologist. She has a loud mouth and is overly dramatic. Marione on the other hand was a staunch follower, always trailing behind Brianna like some stray puppy. She’s a successful model and the newest endorser for the Four-Clover beauty products–a subsidiary of the fashion company owned by Jake Calloway. ‘’Hello to you too Brianna.’’ Van dropped sourly. ‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about.’’

Her voice remained flat, empty of the panic her mother was trying to cultivate. "Then do something about your sister," Margaret whispered, leaning over the table. The scent of expensive, stale perfume drifted from her collar. "Bridget isn't answering her phone. Declan Shaw’s driver is currently waiting at the bottom of the hill because she missed the final fitting for the bridal gown. If Declan finds out she left the city before the papers are signed, he will pull the liquidity arrangement. He will let the bank take this house, and he will let Jamie lose that bed." Sloane pulled the yellow paper toward herself, folding it into a small, tight square. "Bridget isn't at the boutique because she

"Yes Zane, she has agreed but as you know it is such short notice, still she gave her consent to get us out of this situation, you need to understand the situation as well and you need to be very nice with her and take very good care of her. You will have to give her time to adjust so that you both can develop some feelings for each other. Please let her be comfortable before you even think of starting a marriage. My dad said to me, glaring at me. I just nodded. Uncle asked me, " Beta, I hope I can trust you with my most precious possession." " Uncle please just rest assured I will take very good care of her," I replied. Uncle hugged me and told me to get ready. Marcin was waiting very anxio

I told her carefully. “Definitely!” she replied. “I still have plans for us to go to Gun club. It’s the same place I took Smith to years back. It will be the best place for us to cure your trauma as well. That is if you trust me as usual.” “I don’t trust you one bit…” I told him savagely. ”Nice answer! Now, we will have to go…” ------------------ Bridget was very rigid with her choices. I had to follow her regardless of what I thought. It was hard on me but I had no choice.

"Who is the girl?" I asked, and he shrugged. "Would you believe that I didn't ask?" Tobin leaned back and gave him a pitiful look. "My poor boy! Her name is Layla!" I raised my brow! "Layla?" "Layla Martinez! Her father is the owner of Martinez Group in Vancouver!" I knew who they were. This marriage could give him power. It was beneficial indeed. "I heard she is a beautiful blond girl!" Kit brought it up. "Indeed, she is! You're the winner lucky *ss."

Sorry it’s been a while! You may think that this story has been abandoned, but fear not! You can still follow the adventures of Sybil, John and the others in the sequel–Hidden Heiress: My Ex is Addicted to Me. The story will start a few months later for our characters but the drama is even more intense! I am still working on it but don’t worry, it will come.

Now she was considering a voluntary marriage to a man who, despite his calculating nature, seemed to respect her as a person. She reached out and grasped Benedict's hand firmly. "Yes, Mr. Easton. I will marry you." His answering smile was genuine, warming his sightless eyes. "Please, call me Ben." He pulled something from his pocket – a ring box. "Adam helped me select this. I hope it suits you." The ring was elegant but not ostentatious, a single diamond set in white gold. As Adam helped Benedict slip it onto her finger, Evelyn felt a strange mix of emotions – fear, hope, and something else she couldn't quite name.

And it wasn’t me. And it certainly wasn’t Dominic. --- At breakfast, I barely touched my food. I pushed the eggs around my plate, then gave up pretending to eat. Dominic strolled in as usual. His sleeves rolled up, hair damp, expression blank. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat across from me, as if nothing were amiss. I dropped the bracelet onto the table between us. He glanced at it, then back at me. No words exchanged. “Do you know where this came from?” I asked.

(Bridgette’s Pov) Once I heard the news all day Friday, I tried to call Jake, but he didn’t answer or respond to my texts. In the past, he used to respond to me quickly. Have I lost him for good? Bridgette got up from her desk, nervously pacing the floor. “I've got to be at that wedding, but what should I do if he won’t return my calls? I know who will get me into this wedding.” She snapped her finger as a brilliant plan popped into her head. ‘Jake can’t be over me just like that. Maybe seeing me will make him think twice about marrying a client, especially one pregnant. Within a moment, she picked up the phone and made that all-important call to the one person who would welcome her with op

that snaked halfway under the couch. Evan lay beside him, narrating dramatically like a documentary host. “The citizens of Block City are in grave danger.” Allen frowned. “They are not in danger.” “The bridge is unstable.” “You are unstable.” On the couch, Lily sat cross-legged with her doll, brushing its tangled hair with intense focus. “Mommy,” she called without looking up, “Hope needs a wedding dress.” Aria leaned against the counter, smiling. “That’s the third wedding this week.” “Hope is very popular.”