Adolphus Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Caroline learned that her husband was a very influential man when she was greeting his friends from the Higher Court. “My dear, this is Niklaus Dragomir and his wife, Rebecca, Duke, and Duchess of Belikov. They are also related to the queen Arabella,” Daniel said as he turned to look at her. One thing that Caroline noticed, her husband loved to look at her face as if she would disappear if he did not.

She didn’t spare Serena and Adrian a glance . “Hello Prince Stephen, would you care to dance?” the lady asked. Stephen looked as confused as the rest of us. “Sorry, who might you be?” Stephen asked, not caring if he sounded rude or not. “Oh where are my manners, my name is Estella Mitchell, my father is the Duke of Edinburgh, a small country in the North, I have heard so much about you, so I wanted to meet the famous prince in person”

“Never mind, a girl thing. Um, let me think about this for a moment. You need me to pretend to be married to you, hang with your familly, stay in their house, and then return like nothing ever happened?” “Yes.” “No, thanks.” She yanked her arm off my hands gracefully and headed out. Tonyl cut in front of her and kicked the door closed. She arched a brow. “Sorry, not into the dominating thing.” “Tris, please hear me out.” “Hell, no. I heard enough. First off, I have more important things to do than be a mail order bride. Second, we don’t really care for each other, and your family would pick that up in a moment. Third, we are not even close friends, which negates me from owing you any favors.

It was Adrian, resplendent in his attire, exuding an air of confident charm that drew her in like a moth to a flame. Adrian's stature commanded attention, standing tall and proud amidst the swirling sea of guests. He wore a tailored black tuxedo that accentuated his broad shoulders and sculpted physique, the epitome of masculine elegance. The deep burgundy accessories adorning his ensemble perfectly matched the color of Amelia's gown, creating an exquisite harmony that seemed almost fated.

"Like we're all blind." "James," their mother hissed. "Hush." "I'm just saying, if you're going to bring your boyfriend to your sister's wedding, maybe don't insult everyone's intelligence by—" "James Alexander Bridgerton, I swear to God—"

Hundreds of people were already out there waiting for the bride to show up; how were my parents supposed to go out there and tell them the bride was a no-show? "Maybe she's stuck in traffic," I offer, but even I don't believe my words. The door of the dressing room swings open, and in walked Xavier's father, shit, he did not look happy. Standing at a height of 6'1, Adrian Sinclair stood in the middle of the dressing room, his gaze intimidating as they fixated on my parents. "Where is your daughter?" he questions, his gaze intimidating as they land on my mother, who was holding on to my father for dear life. My mother paled under Adrian's heavy gaze. Little things scared my mother, but an ang

The woman beneath the veil, with her delicate, radiant features and gentle smile, looked as though her eyes held all the starlight in the heavens—bright, alive, and utterly enchanting. Adora lifted her skirt and walked toward her stunned husband, each step amidst the gasps of admiration like a goddess descending from a galaxy of stars. Mainard nudged his dazed brother. “What are you waiting for? Go to her!” Louis snapped out of it and hurried forward. He was dressed in a crisp black tuxedo, tall and commanding, carrying himself with elegance and charm that made him stand out from the crowd as well. Adora watched him stride toward her, excitement and delight plain on his face, his eyes raking

I think of Carlos with a smile on my face. "I have to show you something" Bridget says, showing us her phone. “Oh, no. Another influencer caught in a scandal?” Helen asks, raising her brows dramatically. Bridget shakes her head. “Worse. Your ex-prince charming, Emily. Alexander.” At the mention of his name, my heart does an uncomfortable flip. “What about him?” I ask slowly. Bridget doesn’t answer right away. She taps her screen and turns the phone toward us. “Watch.”

“It's easy. I want an Hallmark movie type of love, you know? Nothing short of the perfect Cinderella moment. A man that'll come along and sweep me off my feet. Literally. So, until then, it's just me, myself and I.” Hallmark kind of love, huh? Yeah, that was exactly what she deserved. I wondered what kind of man would be able to win her over with those conditions. Brock could. He was unpredictable. The image of him sweeping her off her feet and twirling her around in the air made my blood run cold. No. “Elena!” She looked up and beamed, saying to me as I turned to see who'd called her. “It's him. Mr. Windsor my editor.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I suppose it's time to socialize some m

Adolph muttered, whirling back and walking to his large wardrobe to get a large robe. If she minded his state of undress, well he was not looking at her at the moment to know, since he was busy playing dress up but when he turned around again to face her… Adolph saw her throat bobbing up and down, her cheeks becoming rosy as she stared at his slightly open chest, and her lips were shut tight like she had forgotten what to say. He affected her… Demurely and sorely he could see that, and it amused him. As usual he didn’t feel anything for her, his cold dark heart still unmoving, and his gaze sweeping over her dress and looks, Adolph could note that she was one exceptionally beautiful being.