Anthony Bridgerton Novels & Stories

She didn’t even have time to look after her own child. Thankfully, Gemma had Brody with her, and sometimes Anthony would come by when he was free. But Gemma still preferred to stay with Brody. Anthony noticed something and asked Blake if he had deliberately placed his with Gemma. Blake corrected him. “That’s my son. He and your daughter are actually a good match.” Anthony’s eyes carried a smile, making him look like he was easygoing—but once he turned cold, he was far scarier than his brother, who was cold all year round.

"I like romantic thrillers and historical romantic fiction." "You like to be attracted to rakes like the ones we have in Bridgerton, right?" He gave me a cheesy glare. "Who is your favorite? The duke or the other." "Hmm, hmm" Mr Dalton cleared his throat with a cough then. I knew it was fake, he was trying to attract my attention. I had discussed my love for that movie with him hundreds of times, and there was a time I told him he resembled the Duke of Hastings, even more good-looking.

“Who is the man who will marry me?” "Didn't you see it yourself earlier?" "Who is that man? I didn't see his face clearly.” “Tsk, his name is Anthony Alexander Bruce. He is the grandson of Jefferson Alexander Bruce, a prominent business owner in Massachusetts.” “Wh-what? Anthony Bruce? Is he a...” "Don't ask me too many questions. We must not keep them waiting.” Yvone grabbed Shanon's elbow roughly and dragged her slightly towards City Hall. “Walk gracefully. All eyes are on you now.”

Anthony was standing at the aisle beside the father who was reading something in the Bible unbothered about the drama going around him. Dressed in a crisp black tuxedo, Anthony was dressed to kill, mouth watering for every unmarried girl sitting over there and burning with envy for Celeste. The most sought after bachelor of the United States is now no more available. "Do not get so worried, Anthony. You're not the only one who got hung on the cross by getting tied by the nuptial knot." Allesandro snickered standing beside him. "Do not frighten my brother so much while you're happily enjoying life with my sister." Charles showed fake annoyance towards Allesandro who acted pissed while Henry w

I almost gaped but Raven was more handsome. “Miss Dawson.” He’s so tall as he smiled at me. “I’m Anthony Charles.” I smiled at him and shook his hand. “Please call me Hyacinth, Anthony.” “Alright, Miss Hyacinth.” He gestured at the very edge of the table. “Please.” It was far from other people and we had privacy.

she mused, "why is Eleanor owing Élan Luxe?" Adrian lifted a brow at the question. Scarlett tapped a manicured finger against the armrest. "That bit of information was unexpected. Her family is, or at least was one of the elites. When did things go so wrong for her?" Adrian let out a quiet chuckle, resting his elbows on his knees. "Ah, now that’s an interesting story." Scarlett leaned in slightly, and Adrian didn’t keep her waiting. “Her husband,” he began, pouring himself a fresh glass of whiskey, “is Charles Sinclair the youngest son of Sinclair Industries.”

Angela's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “An..Angela” she replied as if she had choked after swallowing a fly. “Oh! Nice to meet you, Angela”. “You must be…” “Breanna Armstrong, yea , the one that Antonio died for in the movie, his talent is superb , who would believe this cold prince would turn to a perfect different character on the screen,he never kissed me..and now I can say he tastes just how he looks. Also I dated him for two weeks and believe me, he is only good on the outside,inside not much”.

Elena stammered. “Elena, my dear,” Anthony said calmly, “you cannot get engaged to this man. Alejandro and you can never be happy together.” I let out a low chuckle, utterly done with his nonsense. “Anthony,” I called, walking toward him. “Don’t get me started,” I said icily. “If you can’t take a seat like every other guest here, then use the door.” Anthony burst into laughter, shaking his head slowly. “You won’t get engaged to my niece,” he declared. “That is final.”

He said angrily at her. “They would see through it,look at her she’s a mess,she’s fidgeting,what would they say if they see her instead of Katherine,and worst of all dining in fear,won’t that make your name spill in the mud as a ruthless in law” Mr.Sinclair looked at her and finally took her point,he agreed to postpone the wedding till tomorrow,where I am more “comfortable” And then it hit me,so cold.Guests outside would soon rise to their feet, expecting to see a glowing bride walking toward her groom.But they would see only me. The imposter.

Next to her stood a man—tall, cold, and completely unreadable. Christopher Zane. The moment our eyes met, I felt a chill run down my spine. He was nothing like I had imagined. I had assumed that any man who remained single at thirty despite his wealth must be either unattractive or unbearably difficult. But Christopher was neither. He was devastatingly handsome, with sharp features, piercing blue eyes, and an air of absolute authority. He carried himself like a man who had never been told no in his life. I felt my throat go dry.