Next Bridgerton Novelas e Histórias

“I, Elena Brook , take you, Adrian Cross, to be my lawful married husband. For better or worse, in poverty and in riches… I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I had heard those words during my brother’s wedding. Those vows, promises, those happy moments, the butterflies that usually fly in everyone’s belly. I had imagined myself saying those words one day. Now hearing them spoken to someone else entirely…it felt like a stab in my chest. And the only thing I knew was no one else but my beloved Man, My fiance was getting married but the bride isn’t me. I could hear my ears ringing. My chest tightened painfully like I was wrapped in someone’s hand and I was being squeezed. I raised my head up to l

“I took back what was never yours to begin with. You were just borrowing him until I got bored. Thanks for keeping him warm for me.” “Anyways,” Fidelia said, her voice calm but cutting straight to business. “I came to inform you that I will officially be the wife of Andrian Richardson very soon.” She paused just long enough to watch their faces twist in shock and rage. “And once we pick the date, I’ll send you an invitation card. For both of you at the best front row seats. I expect big smiles and those fake tears you are good at Bridget.” “You must be crazy…why the hell would we care?” Bridget snapped.

After that, we went back to our respective rooms to get ready for school. The island also has a school where only selected people are allowed to enroll - rich people. First and second-generation rich kids to be specific as far as my knowledge serves me right. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you our new student, Chloie Clarkson. To those who think she comes from a wealthy family like you, no she isn't. However, she works at the Bridgerton's mansion as the young master's new nanny." says our professor. "So, let's all welcome her with a round of applause."

Just as she finishes her joke, he responds, "I'll work with you and we will earn together." Surprised, Elizabeth studies his face, momentarily taken aback. Then, she bursts into laughter, unable to contain her amusement. Amid her laughter, she manages to utter, "No, you will not. You're not built for this." With a frankness that underlines their intimacy, Dominic counters, "Neither are you." The following morning, Sebastian, the trusted aide, approaches Dominic to inform him that Richard, his family member, has invited them for breakfast at the Bradford mansion. Dominic and Elizabeth embark on their journey, making their way to the grand estate.

The car pulled away from the curb, and Millbrook waited four hours further down the road, closer now than it had been an hour ago, and somehow further away than ever. Bertrand looked up from his phone, his face pale in the afternoon light, the color draining out of it the way it does when a person hears something they have waited too long to hear. "Ashgrove Manor says there's a resident named Ruth Preston," he said slowly. "Ninety four years old. Admitted under her married name. Her maiden name, according to their records, was Caldenwood." I turned to Alexander, my breath catching in my chest. "That's not Aldric," I whispered. "That's someone who knew him." "Or someone who loved him," Alexan

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

Emily took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart as she stood outside the wedding chapel. She had imagined this moment a million times, but never quite like this. She was about to marry a man she barely knew, a man who was over double her age and a billionaire businessman named Alexander Pierce. The door to the chapel opened, and a woman in a white gown emerged, followed by a man who was clearly her groom. Emily stepped forward, taking her place at the back of the line. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

But his large hand held hers in a tight grip and would not let go. Bridget pulled her hand away with so much force that she almost fell off her seat. She quickly held onto the table to steady herself. Dominic smirked slightly and strode toward the end of the table. He took his seat and locked his gaze on Bridget. She ignored him and shifted her eyes, wondering how on earth she had found herself in such a situation. Of all the men in the world, the heir to the legacies of her family's worst enemy turned out to be the same arrogant brute she nearly had a collision with just two days ago.

Adrian said smoothly, though there was an edge to his voice. Victoria. Now, Leila knew the name. Victoria Moreau—heiress to a luxury empire, socialite, and, most importantly… Adrian Kane’s ex. She felt her stomach turn. Victoria’s gaze flickered to Leila, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “So this is the new Mrs. Kane.” Leila met her stare without flinching. “That’s right.” Victoria extended a hand. “Charmed.” Leila took it, gripping just a little harder than necessary. “Likewise.”

“I’m going to do it, because he’s the reason you’re doing this. Why would you marry Damien Elcot if not to get back at Malachi? He treated you like trash, scorned you when you needed his love, now you’ve snagged a rich man, just to get back at him. He has a hell of a lot of money, but I know you don’t want to be Antonia Elcot. I’m just going to have to kill the man who hurt you so much you had to give up on love and marry for money instead.” “Oh for fuck’s sake. I’m his daughter Bridget. Damien Elcot is my father, not my husband.” Bridget nods her head so quickly I know she didn’t hear me, “Yes, I know you were desperate Antonia. But,” My words finally sink in and she pauses like a scratched