Adolphus Bridgerton Novels & Stories

“I had been expecting you! You’re partner called ahead to give me a notice. Welcome! I’m Father Able Bishop, the Priest of Citador Cathedral. But I bet you already knew that.” “Hi!” I shook his outstretched hand, unable to keep the smile out of my face at his humorous attitude. “I’m happy to meet you Father. I spent my entire childhood here, so it would be an honor to be able to wed in this Cathedral as well.” “Ah! Yes, your fiancé mentioned.” His smile was big and warm, more welcoming than that of my entire town’s people combined. “A pleasant lady she is, your fiancée.” That had me pausing. “You know I’m marrying a woman?”

I warn her. "How dare you to call our King by his given name" she raises her hand to hit me. Li blocks her. "You are making a very big mistake Catherine. She doesn't need another maid" a smile comes to my face at the maid comment. Wait, Catherine? Is she not the sister of Max? But they seem to be opposites. Max is polite, friendly, and warm. She is snobby and arrogant. But they both still have one thing in common. They both like Darius. I think she likes him, a little too much.

“Ah, but if I were a true treasure, I wouldn’t be stolen easily. Certainly not by the first line thrown at me.” He pretended offense. “Signorina, I would never insult you by thinking it would not be a long treasure hunt. You’d require a lot of work.” “Signora,” she corrected. “I am married.” His face pulled into a low, sad look. “Pity.” “Somehow, I think you knew.” “Perhaps. But let me introduce myself formally. I am Dennis Michael.” “Maya Davis..., Maya Smith.” He caught her slip-up and seemed to make a mental note. “Newly married, yes?”

I stammered. "Even if I lost my mind, I'd never hurt you. You're a goddess meant to be worshiped, and I’d live just to do that. But lying?" He paused, his jaw tight as he studied me. "Lying makes me want to do things I wouldn't usually allow myself to do." "I'm... I'm not lying..." I stammered, but his hand shot up to grab my chin, tilting my face up to meet his intense gaze. "Yes, you are," he said, his voice a low growl. "And I know exactly who I married—Victoria Bella Washington. Not Marianne Julie Washington."

Didn’t he go on a business trip a few days ago? He kept one hand in his pocket as he walked toward my front door with effortless confidence. Olivia turned to me, her face pale, looking like she’d forgotten how to breathe. Olivia turned to me, looking like she’d forgotten how to breathe. “Now, who the fuck is that?” “Oh, him? That’s Adrian Beaufort.” Olivia’s eyes went wide. She pointed a finger in the air, connecting the dots. “Adrian Beaufort? Wait… Allysia Beaufort. Is that…no way”

This was my undoing. I started crying bitterly, flipping towards him, and hid my face on his chest. “I know what you are implying here, Cathy. Even though she has Madeline’s heart, the woman standing in front of me, and the one with whom I am mated, is the woman standing in front of me. You said it yourself that Madeline willingly gave her heart to Angel. It means that the heart now beating inside her chest belongs to Angel Whitelock, the girl whom I loved all my life and I am still madly in love with her.” Adolphus replied to her in a calm and firm voice.

“Get away from me, Adolphus. I hate to break it to you but I hate you, with passion.” Adolphus opened his eyes wide. Yup! I screwed up. He didn’t tell me his name. I wasn’t supposed to know. With his right hand busy with the necklace, his left hand lowered on my chest, looming, his shadow haunting. “I’ll cut your balls if you think of touching me. You know what’s better, cutting your cock. The worst punishment for a man like you,” I hissed. I arched my back, trying to get away, peeking at Alice, checking if she was watching… We looked like we were doing a secret show for someone… Frederick came to mind. Was he watching?

He was here and would save her. “I came to find the woman I love and marry her, no matter what anyone thinks.” He threw a glare at the older man. “What is the meaning of this?” An older woman hobbled out of the room. “Who are you, sir, and what makes you think my granddaughter wants to marry you?” Finally remembering his manners, he bowed to the duke and then to Danby’s sister. “My name is Captain Barrington Braxton.” “You are the one responsible for bringing her here on your ship?” the duke asked.

She smiled widely, with her eyes hatefully staring at him. Mr. Adolpho nodded his head with his brow slightly raised and a subtle breath escaped from his nose. "Alright, I won't keep you guessing then." He cleared his throat and rubbed his two hands together. "I am marrying you off to the richest man in the world." He gazed intently at Loreen, and a grin formed on his lips. He doesn't want to miss any expression on her face.

"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"