Anthony Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Antony was taken aback when he stepped out of his apartment lobby and found a beautiful woman in a sexy red dress waiting for him. The stunning model, currently serving as the brand ambassador for his company, waved her hand adorned with expensive diamonds and greeted him with her signature smile. Instead of returning the smile, Antony gave her a sharp look.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and craned my neck to find Anthony standing behind me with a charming smile, “oh. You.” His smile seemed to widen as his gaze flickered to Jules, “Who is your pretty friend –” he motioned at the empty seat beside me, “is this seat spoken for?” “Do you really want to ruin Tilda’s sitting arrangement?” I asked. He shrugged as he lowered himself into the chair, then introduced himself to Jules. “I’m Anthony, the charming Livingston.” I rolled my eyes internally, like any Livingston could ever be charming. But devilishly handsome and deceptive, that they are were.

Renee was used to Anthony’s good looks, but perhaps her old friend’s reaction made him appear more attractive. As Anthony walked, he looked confident. He was impeccably dressed. His suit was tailored precisely, fitting him like a second skin. His Rolex watch added an understated opulence to his presence. He radiated a natural charisma and poise that made him both intriguing and undeniably attractive. “Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Margaret’s hottie husband is here,” Jana said, looking like she was hyperventilating.

"I can’t believe you invited him," I whispered to Ethan, my voice barely audible over the roar of the party. The lavish ballroom, with its shimmering chandeliers and gleaming marble floors, felt too cold, too perfect. The laughter of the guests seemed distant, disconnected. I kept my gaze fixed on the man who stood just across the room, a glass of champagne in his hand. Richard Calloway. Ethan's jaw tightened as he followed my stare. "You should be honored," he said, his tone low, controlled. "Calloway is one of the most powerful men in the city."

After all he was Justin Santiago—the ruthless Billionaire, no one dares cross him and gets away with it. “Marcus,” He muttered over the phone to his private investigator minutes later, “I need you to find someone for me.”

Set it back down. "Mr. Crane and I have a strictly professional relationship, Ms. Morrison. Nothing more." My face didn't move. She got nothing from it. A small silence passed. Lydia's smile held its shape, but something behind it had shifted. "Of course," she said smoothly. "And you're engaged to Anthony George anyway." She said his name with a lightness that had a slight edge running beneath it, the kind you feel more than hear. "Though I must say, you two don't seem very affectionate in public. If I had someone like Anthony George, I'd want the entire world to know."

She freezes. “I’m Mia Johnson.” Anthony has his mother’s blonde hair and green eyes. Tall and sturdy, he is in his early 30s like Chris but his puffy face has started to show signs of giving in to boozes and carnal indulgence. He squints his eyes, sizing up Mia blatantly. His lascivious eyes linger too long on her body as if he is undressing her in his mind. Mia thinks of what Susie has told her. She shudders.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

That gaze could put holes in you, like laser beams. To make matters worse, Anthony Bertram, CEO, was undeniably handsome. He had a strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, and surprisingly plush lips. Thea leaned closer to the computer screen. Weren’t CEOs supposed to be scrawny, pale technology geeks with no social skills? Thea found herself searching for images of this Anthony Bertram, and when she landed on one of him at the beach, his chiseled physique on display, she fanned herself. “Hot damn, you’re a sexy one, aren’t you? Too bad you’re evil.”

Anne came to and hastily got out of the car with her phone. The car door closed behind her and she watched as the Rolls Loyce disappeared into traffic, thinking to herself, 'Like I wanted to lay on you! Unbelievable! He's probably in a hurry to sweet-talk Bianca. Bianca must be very upset, after all!' Anthony returned to the Archduke Group and sank into his chair. Unable to focus on work, his expression darkened. He was the almighty Anthony Marwood and he did not need a reason or excuse to lay his hand on any woman. His only explanation to himself on his behavior was that he was not done with Anne yet, and did not want to be distracted by Bianca.