Regé-jean Page Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"She came back! She killed all of them!" I looked down at his wretched state coldly and made no move to help him up. "Who came back?" "Lilith!" Tristan looked up in terror, his eyes bloodshot. "She came back last night! She's even more terrifying than before!" I leaned against the doorframe, expressionless. "Oh? How so?" "S-She went after Caleb first..." Tristan said, his voice cracking as he shook uncontrollably. "She skinned him alive… peeled off his entire skin and hung it in the living room…"

“You should have thought about dignity before marrying me.” ‎‎My chest tightened. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. ‎‎Then he yanked his arm free and stepped into the spotlight. The lights hit him, catching the sharp angles of his face. A perfect king in his throne room. And then, with deliberate cruelty, he reached for her. ‎‎Elizabeth Sterl.

And after they have discussed her to the level they wanted, Marcus proposed to her. “She sounded so pained. I think she did not want to lose your good dick.” Vivian teased as she sat down into the couch by the side of his desk. Her hands were caressing the shinning diamond ring in her finger. She was loving the feeling that she was going to be Mrs. Kingsley soon.

Jordan, on the other hand, paced restlessly through the room, his face red in both anger and devastation. They had just discovered Maya was working wife Danton and now there was no telling if Elizabeth was involved too.

the technician replied nervously. Mrs. Voss clasped her hands together, nodding slowly. “This wedding must be flawless.” “It will be,” Mrs. Steele said firmly. “It has to be.” Upstairs, far from the music and chatter, the hotel suite felt suffocatingly quiet. Evelyn paced across the room in bare feet, her heels abandoned near the vanity. Her wedding robe trailed softly behind her, brushing against the carpet with each restless step. Her phone was clutched tightly in her hand, her knuckles pale from the pressure.

He looked so…different. It was expected. Seven years was a long time, but it was shocking to see. He was taller, broader, and his eyes seemed to bore into my soul. But it was his expression that shocked me the most. “I…” A lump formed in my throat I couldn't get rid of. What on earth could I possibly say? “Damian-” “Look who's here? The Landon heiress. Although can you really call yourself that anymore?”

He was confused. “I saw you in the magazines! You were seen with a model in Italy for a month…” “Do you think I will ask you to marry me if I have another woman in my heart?” “Then who is the model you were dating?” He shook his head and stood up, held my face and caressed it. “I am not dating anyone and I have no plan to date anyone but you. I am still married to you, you forget it already?” I did not answer. “The model you are talking about was Iris Elenoar. She will model our products in Italy, that was why I went there for a month to fix things.”

I can feel his eyes boring into my back as I walk away, but I don’t dare look back at him. As I walk through the crowd, I spot Veronica across the room. She’s talking with some man I don’t recognize, but her posture is perfect and her smile radiant, as always. She’s everything I could never be. Confident. Successful. Accomplished. She fits here. I never will. I calm my nerves and take a deep breath. "Leila." The voice stops me. I turn slowly, almost feel extreme reluctance to look at anyone, and there he is. Alexander Hawke. The man I’m about to marry. The billionaire. The stranger.