Novel & Cerita Next Bridgerton

“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

“What do you want, Brisge? You don't even have permission to enter the mansion.” She laughed and spread her arms, stretching calmly. “I want us to work together. Beta Victor is looking for a warrior to be Bradley's whore's maid, and you're perfect for that,” she hinted. Her words confused me. What was this woman thinking? “Why would I do that? I already refused to be his maid, I don't want to...” My words hung in the air when Bridge interrupted, “Are you always this foolish? Keep your enemies close...” Bridge began to tell me her plans, leaving me a little intrigued.

Samantha then moved a chair for her to sit on. "Good evening, you must be Kristoffer." She extended her hand in greeting, which Kristoffer accepted, and they both returned their gaze to the host speaking on the stage. "Again, Sarah Branson, our beautiful bride-to-be." "And now, let me introduce you to the dashing groom, Mr. Tristan Hilton, the sole heir of Bright Horizon Company. Who wouldn't recognize someone like him? Wealthy, incredibly charismatic, intelligent, kind, in short, perfect!" Viviana quickly glanced at Tristan as he stood up, every move he made made her uneasy, afraid that he might do something she wouldn't approve of.

Avery’s life was never her own. Forced into a marriage contract to save her family’s fortune, she becomes the unwilling wife of James Blackwood — a man who only ever loved her sister, Sadie. James’s hatred for Avery runs deep. He blames her for a childhood accident, believing she abandoned him to drown. Now, trapped in a loveless marriage, he punishes her for sins she never committed, breaking her piece by piece while longing for the sister he couldn’t have. Betrayed by her blood, discarded by her husband, and suffocated by a life she never chose, Avery is left to wither in silence. But even flowers bloom in the darkest corners of a cage. Because hate sharpens like a blade, and

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

I asked, curious about her sudden outburst. "Isn't this Mr. Martin?" she questioned, showing me her phone screen. Bronn's picture was on the left, next to a blurred image of an anonymous woman. The woman's photo showed only her neck adorned with a thick diamond necklace and a beautiful black satin gown. My eyes darted to the headline, each word feeling like a physical blow: ‘June 25th – Dubai, UAE – The prestigious families of Martin and Benner joyfully announce the upcoming wedding of their beloved heirs, Mr. Bronn Martin and Ms. Sarah Benner, an event captivating both high society and the media.’

"Of course I was here to see Damon and find out what all the fuss is about. Dad called me asking to check up on him." That’s when Damon appeared behind her, walking down the stairs with a thunderous expression. "Marino is not your dad," he grunted. His gaze flickered to mine for a fraction of a second, and something inside his eyes seemed... off. Distant. But the next words that came out of Bridget’s mouth made me stop dead in my tracks. "He will be when we get married." When. Not if.

Marcus came back through the parlor doors with the phone still in his hand. "The Queen," he said, "has agreed." The room went quiet. "What?" Vivienne said. "The Queen has agreed," Marcus said again. "Prince Adrian has been informed that his bride is now Elena." This was new.

Or he'll take no notice to it just like what he did before especially now that he's engaged? "I'm home!" I announced. Brice immediately runs towards my way to embrace me. "I missed you, Mommy!" "I missed you too, my baby." "Did you ate?" Aunt Rebecca asked. "Not yet, I won't eat here. I reserved a dinner with Brigor." "Brigor!?" Aunt Rebecca asked surprised. "Who is Brigor?" Brice asked. "You'll meet him later," I said and smiled. "I have no time left, he'll be married next month."

"A show? You call our marriage a show. Breaking my heart and our marriage meant nothing to you?" His voice remained calm, uncaring. "Camille stop being irrational, you were never enough for me. I've moved on. You should too." Tears streamed down her face, her shoulders heaving with sobs. "You've moved on to my sister, Cassie! My twin sister! How could you do that to me Frederick?" "Camille it's time to move forward. I have. And Cassie.... well she's everything you're not. Beautiful, charming and willing to do whatever it takes to keep me happy. She was the one I've always loved and nothing can change that."