Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story Novels & Stories

“Brayden. He is here. He is one of the warriors that came to guard the pack. I told him I would allow him to reach out but he cannot know where you are.” Charlotte smiled and stood up. Coming up to me, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. As my arms snaked around her, she pressed her body against mine. The only thought I could muster, was how this is it is suppose to be like. Warm embrace, loving, and carefree. The fax ended our kissing with a beep. Pulling back, Charlotte kept her arms around me as she put her head against my chest. With one arm still around her, I reached over and laid out the pictures.

Charlotte sobbed, her nose red. "Come here, Miss Charlotte." Queen Evelyn spread her arms wide, carving a friendly smile on her face. "But I don't dare to do it. I'm just an ordinary girl," Charlotte replied, her head lowered. "It does not matter. I can't possibly behead a woman who will become a royal woman one day," Queen Evelyn said softly. “In that case, sorry for my impudence.” Charlotte raised her body slowly, stepping gracefully towards the Queen. Her slender body was allowed to be embraced warmly and lovingly by the Queen who was known to be friendly among the people.

Even if I am 99% sure that James will keep his promise and not marry her—which I am—, that 1% chance that I am wrong is enough for me to want to continue to guard and protect my heart. And, unfortunately, the closer to the so-called wedding we get, the more I feel that way. Perhaps that is why I finally accepted Charlotte’s invitation to go out drinking and dancing tonight. Charlotte is the team doctor’s daughter. She reminds me a little bit of Brady, which may be the reason I like her so much. She has strawberry blond hair that is definitely more “strawberry” than blond; she is outgoing, likes to joke around, and likes to have a good time; and if you hang out with her long enough, you wil

( warning: rape incident ahead . It violates human rights so please don't read if you don't want to, otherwise please keep voting and commenting at the end of every chapter) " well ,well well here comes the Queen, how are you feeling your highness?" Someone says sarcastically and I move my head to see Charlotte the she devil herself, she's in long dress and her face is full of make up ,she looks like she just came from hell I don't answer her because my energy is drained

FORTY-EIGHT HOURS LATER JASMINE POV. I stood still in front of the full-length mirror, barely breathing, as Gaston Laurent gently adjusted the delicate lace sleeve of my wedding dress. The fabric shimmered under the soft morning light pouring in through the windows, clinging to my body like a second skin. “Ah, mon Dieu,” he whispered. “You take my breath away. Look at you.” He gestured at the mirror with both hands. “A vision. No—an art. You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen in my entire career.”

That’s how deep her loathing ran. “Useless slut,” Freya spat, before turning on her heel only to stop a few paces away and turned back again, unable to resist one more jab. “Oh, and by the way,” she said, her voice now low and dripping with glee, “have you heard the wonderful news about Ava?” Charlotte stood rigid, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. The fire in her eyes was barely contained. “She’s the new queen of the city’s most prominent and devastatingly handsome billionaire,” Freya continued, dragging out every syllable with wicked pleasure. “I’m sure you know who that is.”

She asked in a rather bitchy tone. “We want the truth! You will give us the whole truth and nothing but the truth!” Alpha Brock raised his voice and used his alpha command on her. She tried to fight it, but eventually gave in and lowered her head to bear her neck and whimpered. She let out a slight growl and then lifted her head with pure anger in her eyes. “And before you try to lie again,” Charlie held up the sketch of the King of Lycans, “We already know.” She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath and then started spilling her guts, for lack of better term.

Lucas squealed like a pig as Zachary had kicked him in the butt, sending him into the river with a loud splash. Zachary’s long legs strode toward Rainbow Bridge. He had a sullen look on his face. At this point, Charlotte, who had been waiting for Garrison to get down from the bridge, couldn’t stay calm any longer. She got up, ran down the steps, and bolted to the top of the bridge. Garrison stared at her in surprise. “I thought I asked you to leave? What are you doing back here?” “Okay…” Charlotte deliberately shrugged her casually. “I’ve decided to give you a few days off.”

Ariana did not sleep that night. She remained seated outside Lucas’ hospital room while tightly holding Damien Monteverde’s business card in her trembling hands. Every second felt heavy. Painful. Suffocating. Marriage. The word kept repeating inside her mind like a curse. She had dreamed about love before. A simple life. A small home. A husband who genuinely loved her. But reality destroyed those dreams long ago. Now, she was being asked to marry a man who looked at her like a business transaction. A stranger, a cold-hearted billionaire. And worst of all— a man she already hated.