Adolphus Bridgerton Novels & Stories

She thought. “Who is the butthead?” Emma asked, pretending that she didn’t see the surprise that had clouded Adah’s face a second ago. She was actually surprised that the latter was surprised. Hadn’t they watched the duel between the professors and her in detail? Or had they been focused on their professors only? “Adeline. She is the Prince’s only relative. She is his niece.” Emma nodded slowly. That would explain the pride of the idiot and the entourage following her. It would explain the resemblance too, especially the eyes.

I am no Beatle Milord and I am certainly not small, Beatrice said, her frown deepening as she watched the man. The Lord was amazingly handsome and cute. He was perfect with his chiseled jaw and firm body... "Pardon me for calling a woman small, but there's no denying that you're a Beatle." "Eh?" Before Beatrice could even mutter up the words, the Lord took her hand and led her out slowly to the dance floor. "Milord?" "Take a deep breath and exhale Beatrice, I am not going to eat you, not yet." He said and smiled.

The storm brewing in Adolphus’s heart, and the rigid way he held himself, as though bracing for a blow that had yet to fall. She knew his worry wasn’t merely about the message. It was about how Dorian will react over it . The tension it will give him. Adolphus had raised Dorian with an iron hand, shaping him into the Alpha he believed the boy needed to be. Which he is. But now, it felt as though the harder Adolphus pushed, the further Dorian slipped from his grasp. “Adolphus,” she called softly, her voice like a breeze against the tempest. He didn’t look up, didn’t acknowledge her. He was too deep in his thoughts.

My phone buzzed while in the bathroom which I was fortunate to pick. "Racheal Houston" A hoarse voice erupted in my being leaving me shuddering. "And you are?" I asked with a knitted brow. "Hasn't Sophia told you about me?" " You still haven't my question?" I said in a calm and flat tone. "Why don't you ask him who Adam King is, who knows maybe your answer might lie in there. You look so much like Lia" I have decided to turn a drag here to everything he has been spouting since this wasn't the first time someone would just call and act like a maniac but this was entirely on another peak.

"I’m a marriage wrecker," she informed the root of her character assassination via the telephone while she paced angrily up and down in front of his desk. She was speaking to Dami via the phone because after he walked out of here three days ago, he had left the villa altogether and had not bothered to come back. Charles is the saving knight on the white charger. Adelina is the betrayed damsel he saved. And you,’ she told him, "are the absolute epitome of man’s idea of a man." big enough to acknowledge your mistake in your choice of bride and arrogant enough to grab the one you decided you wanted instead!

The likes of JoJo knows the right button or words to say to a man that will make him fall, I may not be well groomed in that area but Ohio is mine and I won't let JoJo or anyone take him from me. Tonight I will give him the best romantic and intimate time that he will never forget in a hurry. Whenever he thinks of it he will ask me to give him more of the dose. Ohio is not only a billionaire, he was very handsome and used to be my secret admirer even before we spoke to each other. He has shown that he loves me in different ways, so I don't see anything stopping us from getting curdly with each other. Except if something is wrong with him below which can never be true.

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

"And you'll be the most stunning bride New York has ever seen!" Stunning wasn't exactly how I felt. I felt like a character in a play I hadn't auditioned for – a play with stakes far higher than a bad review. A knock on the door sent a nervous jolt through me. "Come in," I called, bracing myself. It was Ethan, looking every bit the billionaire in a sharp tuxedo that seemed to mold itself to his broad frame. He didn't smile, but his eyes held a flicker of something that warmed me despite the formality of the situation.

"Marcus is holding pieces of this over Elena's family, and I don't even know if the letter she just opened is real or something built to look real using truths only you and I should have known." Daniel exhaled slowly, the sound of a man finally putting down something heavy he had carried alone for too long. "The real letters never mention the theater," he said carefully. "They talk about your grandmother's regret. About a man she loved and was forbidden to marry, an architect named Thomas Hart. Nothing about property. Nothing about Marcus by name, because Marcus wasn't born yet when they were written."

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "