Anthony Bridgerton Novels & Stories

He trails off then clears his throat before continuing "well, my wife, Olivia. Olivia, my mother Harriette Mc.guire" "It's my pleasure to meet you, darling" she murmurs. Her eyes glowing warmly, her voice filled with relief and joy. She's beams at me, revealing her perfect dentition and showing me exactly from whom Anthony gets his beautiful smile. I can't help but grin back at her. "The pleasure is mine, ma'am" I hold out my hand but she totally ignores it, pulling me into a warm hug. In my ear, she whispers "I always hoped he'd find someone better than that gold digging whore"

She knew that Anthony had always been a playful guy who didn't seem to be serious about things. With a swag pose, Anthony placed his thumb and index finger under his chin and raised and lowered his eyebrows twice. “You completely underestimate me. I can do unexpected things that will sweep you off your feet,” he declared. Grace chuckled. “Ooh, how confident,” she replied. “I am,” Anthony said with a smile. “But back to the topic. You deserve someone who loves you wholeheartedly, treats you like a princess, and stays with you for the rest of your life. For example, … me.”

Beatrice leapt forward and pointed at my face, an angry expression as if she wished she could send me away immediately. "Do you know who you're pointing at?" Ethan's voice was cold. "You are disrespectful to Lady Esther Joan. She is Sir Dominic Arnold's fiancée." Ethan had just finished speaking when Beatrice immediately changed her face, she looked at me like she couldn't believe it. Everyone who was waiting for the conversation was also surprised to the point of not moving.

’ Pale, soft, and chubby… My mind conjured an image of a freshly baked Chelsea bun. The golf cart turned a bend on the path. A vast expanse of green opened up before us. In the distance were forests and a lake. Closer by stood two men in athletic wear, deep in conversation. The man in the dark blue top and tan trousers was Colin Bridgerton. Beside him, standing a good half-head taller in pristine white sportswear, was a figure of unmatched elegance. 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.

Let me burn every single one of them down. The mirror stared back at her. She was twenty-nine years old. She was in a bridal suite. Outside those doors, a wedding reception was in full swing, and she knew whose wedding it was. Hers and Anthony's. Her stomach lurched violently. The door behind her burst open before she could move, and Anthony Lead walked in wearing a navy suit that had been tailored to make him look like the kind of man who deserved trust. He was handsome. She had once found him devastatingly so. Now the sight of him made her skin crawl straight off her bones.

Chapter 23 "Uncle Julian! You look like James Bond, but with better hair." Julian Thorne threw his head back and laughed, the sound warm and rich, filling the foyer of the Frost Estate. He was a devastatingly handsome man, with tousled golden-brown hair, warm hazel eyes, and a smile that had graced the covers of Forbes and GQ alike. As the CEO of Thorne Global, he was Ethan Cole’s only true rival in the tech sector.

This made his thoughts swayed to Ella, the bartender who poured wine on his body which made him cancel his meeting. "Whenever I remember this girl, my heart wouldn't stop beating for the girl I had a one-night stand with, I feel they have some striking resemblance," Anthony thought as he drove his Bugatti La Voiture Noire towards his villa. He enjoyed the conversation he had with Bruce and as he drove towards his house the whole conversation, especially the one that had to do with Bruce's newfound daughter captured his heart. "Do you know why I like you?" Bruce asked Anthony who was sitting and admiring the billionaire sitting right in front of him.

"I hate to say this but it means that the entire clan of the Bridgertons is going to protect you by all means, Ms. Clarkson." he retorted. "and it might not end well for both of us. So, if you want us to protect you from getting killed by those wolves, cooperate with us before it's gonna be too late." Mr. Bridgerton's statement even worried me the most. I did not completely understand everything he said but I don't want to die either just because I discovered their secrets.

Pouting her lips, she said " my Lord, you are not following the script, the prince was supposed to carry his bride to the car." "..." Tony could feel Xavier's glare piecing through the back of his head. His boss had asked him to play along, but was he also supposed to carry her? Caught up in a dilemma, Tony could only play silently " madam, let's not play, please, let's go home." ' please don't do this to me, I'm still very young to die hmm.' " Wrong! " She said all of a sudden, making him blink rapidly in confusion. "What happened " he asked, surprised.

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.