Novel & Cerita The Ton Bridgerton

Tonia.” Her name slipped from my lips in surprise. She was standing in the living room like a ghost, so early in the morning that it made my heart skip. The court wedding wasn’t for another hour. Alexander had introduced her as his only sister. Seeing her here so soon had warmed me, made me believe I was stepping into a family that already loved me. Or so I thought. “The bride-to-be,” Tonia said with a dazzling smile, pulling me into a soft embrace. Her perfume lingered in the air—a sweet, misty fragrance.

In the Giovanni mansion, Tony arrived in the middle of the night, and he came alone. It's almost 2 am , and his marriage is scheduled with Ida after a few hours the following morning. "Selene, where is my bride? Let me see my bride" he demanded enthusiastically. He is grinning from ear to ear. Selene rolled her eyes at his demand. "It's the middle of the night. Everyone is sleeping, and so is your bride. Don't scare her off just hours before your wedding with her. You will get to meet her tomorrow. Now tell me about my dear Sister. Where are they?" Selene asked.

But he just calmly made me fix my makeup and slip into another dress—without looking the least bit annoyed. Not even a sigh. Like he expected the chaos and was already armed with a solution. How stupid was I? But now? Now, all I wanted was a redo. To go back and truly be the girl getting married—not the girl thinking about another man as she walked down the aisle. My eyes followed the bride until she reached the altar. Tony stood there in a sharp, well-tailored suit. And behind him was Sebastian. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him.

A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner. Then the screen was filled with the latest couple in the country, and Rudney’s breath caught in his throat; that had to be Lily Bashwood!

Tony could only sigh sadly. He tried to make his presence as inconspicuous as possible. The special guest is someone he has previously seen on television. He is a famous politician. He looked really polite and courteous. After seeing him up close, he could finally understand why those women from this afternoon were squealing over him. He was much more handsome than he thought. Even before he came here to welcome them, he heard some of them speaking about him having a daughter of marriageable age. If that's true, then Tony could only admire how well maintained he is.

When the shop assistant had left, he approached him, leaving Brahim to browse the display cases. The youngest of the Tonali brothers was beginning to think that what Brandon had said was true. The empire of his ancestors was losing power. Production had reduced its daily percentage and several of their alliances had broken their ties. They were barely holding on with crumbs. He turned around to find the problem. His brother, the firstborn of the most feared patriarch, was searching through a tray of engagement rings looking for the perfect one for his fiancée. Brahim's jaw tensed, holding back the anger he couldn't release, because everything around him was glass.

I think about it, then I say, “I want us to read a book and watch the adaptation of the book. I was thinking about the Bridgerton books, I want us to read the first book and the watch season one of the series. Is that okay?” He thinks about it first but I already know he will say yes. “What is it about?” he asks me, “It is a regency period piece with drama and romance. There are eight siblings who are named alphabetically, Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth who their mother, Lady Violet who plans to marry off all her children and secure their future,” I tell him.

the other added with a smirk. “Don’t be stupid, Tony,” Ethan spat before taking another sip. Tony turned toward me. “Is this another bride?” he asked, scanning me openly. I immediately felt uncomfortable. “She’s beautiful,” the other man said. “Mr. Wellington does have good taste,” Tony chuckled. “But nothing beats Audrey.” Ethan’s eyes darkened instantly. “Tony,” he said coldly, “one more word and you’ll find yourself on the floor.” Tony scoffed. “Jones, let’s leave the human time bomb alone.”

she said, “it’s not forever by force. If I want out one day—” “You’re free,” Dante said instantly. “Always.” She studied him. Then, slowly, deliberately, she reached for the pen on the counter. “Okay,” she said. His breath caught. “I’ll be your secret bride.” Dante’s control cracked—just for a second. He crossed the distance and pulled her into his arms, not desperate, not possessive—protective. Certain. He pressed his forehead to hers. “One day,” he murmured, “the world will know your name.”