Novel & Cerita Special Edition Bridgerton Books

“Let me help you" I pleaded, my hands gripping her tightly. "Fine. If you're so bent on solving my problems, you can marry me then" the lady snapped in frustration, forcing the engagement ring on my fingers. "Let's go get our marriage certificate then" I urged with a knowing smile. ....... Behind the spotlight, Luisa's life is a complexity of lies and scandals. Haunted by the tragic drowning of her sister, which she blames herself for, she built walls around her heart. Her carefully constructed walls begin to crumble when a compromising video threatening to expose the death of her sister surfaces. As the past and present collide, Luisa has to confront her demons and face the lies that she's

For the first time in her life, someone had beaten her at her own game. Scarlett moved with purpose, collecting only the most expensive items in the boutique. She picked up a ruby-encrusted Valentino clutch, one of only three in the world. A pair of limited-edition Jimmy Choos, hand-stitched with real golden thread. A one-of-a-kind silk gown, custom-made for the runway but never sold. Eleanor wasn’t the only one watching anymore. The sales associates were whispering and the other shoppers were watching. "She’s actually buying all this?"

“What can we do?” The scene before us changes until I see the castle in one of our lifetimes. We stand on the edge, staring at the valley under the bridge. This castle was built into a cliff side, with the bridge going over something that looks more like a canyon than a valley to me. Valeria stands beside me, once again her hand in mine as we watch the invaders coming. At least our backs are protected and we can see them coming head on. “This is it, my love,” she whispers. “They’re coming for us. Our midnight is coming.”

The last thing I expected on a quiet Thursday morning was to receive a phone call from Eleanor Zane inviting me to lunch. I stood behind the counter of my bookstore, phone pressed to my ear, trying to process her warm, insistent voice on the other end. Claire shot me a curious look from across the room where she was reorganizing the romance section, her eyebrows raised in a silent question. "Anastasia, dear, I insist," Eleanor continued. "I haven't had a proper conversation with you since the wedding, and I'd love to get to know my grandson's wife better. Besides, Christopher tells me you've been working yourself to exhaustion."

“You realize your wedding is starting to look more like a corporate merger than a celebration of love, right?” I frowned. “It’s not that bad.” “It is that bad,” she said bluntly. “When was the last time you and Ethan had a real date? One without your mom planning the seating arrangement or Richard Evans barging in with stock reports?” I hesitated. “He’s been busy.” “Scarlett.” “I know.” I stirred my drink, the ice clinking louder than I liked. “I just… I don’t want to complain. Everything’s perfect. He’s perfect. He loves me. We’re building a life.”

He was halfway through the infrastructure investment update when the door opened. Everyone looked. Kate Bridgerton walked in. She was twelve minutes late, which was unusual enough that it registered. She was also wearing a charcoal suit that Seris did not recognize, which meant she had bought it recently. Her hair was up. She had a leather folder under one arm and the expression of someone who knew she was late and had decided that how you entered a room mattered more than when. "My apologies," she said, to the room and no one specifically. "Medical situation in the family. I appreciate your patience."

So did Isabella. That tiny flicker in Mercer’s expression. Recognition. Of what Ethan was to her. And what she was becoming to him. Mercer smiled faintly. “There it is.” Daniel muttered darkly, “I don’t like when old rich men notice romance dynamics.” Another crash thundered from the cliffs behind them as part of Blackwater House finally collapsed inward completely. Flames exploded upward into the rain-filled sky. Everyone glanced back instinctively. The mansion was dying. Really dying now. And strangely, Aria felt no grief watching it burn.

Serafina Marazona The early morning sunlight spilled through the bedroom windows, painting long golden lines across the sheets. I remained where I was, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing it. Sleep had come in broken pieces throughout the night, interrupted by memories of locked doors, Cassandra’s questions, Vincenzo’s silence, and the promise I had made simply to survive. Now that I had made it back to the estate alive, another battle waited for me. I had given my word, and whether it had been made under threat or not, I had no intention of pretending it had never happened. If I wanted Vincenzo to treat me as something more than a frightened girl hidden behind his name, then I h

“Marriage is a sacred union between two souls—” Damien looked completely uninterested. Ariana lowered her gaze quietly. The vows sounded empty. Like meaningless words floating inside the air. When it was finally time for the rings, Damien slid the diamond ring onto Ariana’s finger without emotion. No smile, no tenderness. Nothing. Ariana’s chest tightened painfully. The priest smiled again. “You may now kiss the bride.” Damien froze slightly. For the first time, irritation flashed across his face. The room became awkwardly silent. Ariana immediately spoke softly.

If I failed at this then I would have to face him in a negotiation where he had all the power and all the experience and I would probably lose everything Tobin had left me. On the morning of the third day a package arrived at the penthouse addressed to me and when I opened it I found a dress and jewelry inside along with a handwritten note. My hands were shaking as I unfolded the note and read the message written in elegant script that must have been done by Marco himself.