Adolphus Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Brian shrugged in response. He sat up straight, a bottle of wine poured into a glass in front of Adela. The strong aroma of wine easily makes people's hearts feel intoxicated. His face really can make many girls fall in love. Extremely handsome facial features, straight nose bridge, deep and bright blue eyes, thin lips,... Oh, it's all so easy to make people admire. Adela thought if he wasn't such a terrible and heartless man. If Brian comes and loves "Adela William" with a truly sincere heart. Surely Brian Matthew will become the most perfect man in this world.

Both Ladies curtsied and Bridget took her leave. Sir, this way. Mum, I have sent word with Bridget to send you a dress for a Lady and accessories to match. Please wait here for them.” Turning to Bradford, “Sir, into your chambers. A bath is needed. The smell of Earth and Potions fills the nostrils.” With that Bradford was washed, perfumed, clothes, hair brushed and his livery collar replaced on top of his Princely apparel. He now looked like a Prince. He still didn’t feel like one. Not yet.

He had the broad shoulders and narrow waist of an athlete, and when he turned his head, the light carved out a profile so handsome it seemed airbrushed. ‘Lochlan Hastings!’ Portia breathed an excited whisper in my ear. ‘My God, he’s nothing like he was as a child. How did he get so tall and so handsome? I can’t, I just can’t!’ ‘You and me both,’ I muttered under my breath. The golf cart stopped. The two men noticed our approach. Colin Bridgerton waved with a smile, his eyes lingering on me with clear appreciation. A flicker of surprise passed through Lochlan Hastings’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an impenetrable, chilly reserve that made him seem utterly unapproachable.

"I said, His Highness is free before nine." "Damn you, Abby! I've told you I don't want to meet any lord or duke or whoever with the title." Edvard scowled. He had plenty of noble fathers who wanted to play matchmaker, matchmaking their daughters and him. Like they were selling their daughters. "Lord Silverstone doesn't have any daughter, Your Highness." Said Abigail calmly. Twenty years being Edvard's personal assistant, she knew him inside out. She didn't hesitate to make physical contact, like she did earlier, forcing him back to sit. But she never left the honorific behind whenever she talked to him.

Swiftly, he pushed her to the wall of his wooden house, his body placed on hers as their nose touched, their eyes not leaving each other. "I never knew you were this intimidating princess," Adolphus whispered seductively. He glanced down at her lips that called his name so badly that he could hear voices. He looked up to her, slowly moved to her ear as he inhaled the wonderful scent from her body and hair, "Ask your father, maybe he has an enemy that wants his daughter dead" he whispered codly, let go of her and picked the dry sticks.

Swiftly, he pushed her to the wall of his wooden house, his body placed on hers as their nose touched, their eyes not leaving each other. "I never knew you were this intimidating princess," Adolphus whispered seductively. He glanced down at her lips that called his name so badly that he could hear voices. He looked up to her, slowly moved to her ear as he inhaled the wonderful scent from her body and hair, "Ask your father, maybe he has an enemy that wants his daughter dead" he whispered codly, let go of her and picked the dry sticks.

Roland assessed the lady and nodded in satisfaction, she was a beauty. "Yo man, you got a big fish here to satisfy you." Liam teased. Chris lazily turned his gaze toward the lady standing before him like an obedient lamb. He belched and said, "You look familiar, young lady, have we made out before?" Cara bent her head more and wished for a saving grace.

except for her. "This is Bridget Dawson... Sebastian ex."

Then another voice echoed across the mansion. “So this is the woman grandfather forced you to marry?” Ariana slowly looked up. A beautiful woman wearing a red designer dress stood near the staircase with crossed arms. Her sharp eyes scanned Ariana from head to toe mockingly. Damien sighed softly. “Vanessa.” Vanessa Monteverde. Damien’s younger sister. Unlike Damien, Vanessa openly showed her disgust. “Oh my God.” Vanessa laughed lightly. “She looks poorer than I expected.” Ariana felt embarrassed instantly. Damien’s expression remained emotionless.

His features were sculpted, his presence overwhelming—nothing like the ugly old man of rumors. The maids froze. Hubby? Was this Damian Cross—the head of the Cross Group? He wasn’t old. He was devastatingly handsome. Aria looped her arm through his and looked up at him, possessive and smug. “Hubby, they upset me. Fix it.” She had called him her husband. And Damian Cross never disappointed his wife. It was time these loose tongues learned the price of gossip.