Anthony Bridgerton Novels & Stories

That glamorous woman from moments ago had instantly transformed into a soaking, stinking mess. Just then, a group of people entered the courtyard with the sounds of pipe organs playing in the background. Anthony led the group while clad in a perfectly tailored military uniform. He seemed a bit standoffish, but the white corsage on his lapel softened his rigid appearance, making him seem even more dashing. His tall, commanding figure made more than a few young women blush as he walked into the courtyard.

she asked softly. He didn’t answer. The door suddenly swung open behind them, breaking the fragile tension like glass shattering across marble. Ethan walked in, his usual effortless grin already in place, his tuxedo jacket slung casually over his shoulder. He stopped mid-step, glancing between them, reading the atmosphere in a single sweep. His brows lifted slightly, but the smile didn’t fade. “Well,” he said lightly, “this looks festive.” Evelyn didn’t turn toward him. She couldn’t. If she broke eye contact with Liam, she felt like something inside her would collapse completely.

growled Anthony, ignoring Rhone the stranger continued to lash flirty jabs at me, "Do you taste as sweet as you look?", Anthony bang his fists against his desk, "I SAID TO FUCKING LEAVE HER ALONE PETER ATKINS!" Even though Anthony's voice stood tall and strong and made me piss my pants a little, it had no effect on the man, he only smirked, blew me a kiss, and left. Who the fuck was that? And why did Anthony get so defensive?

It had been almost a year that they did not meet and Anthony had changed greatly, from being a gentleman to an imposing Duke. The last thing she remembered about him was the note that she placed on the table, stating that she wanted to go back home. She did not even say goodbye to him face to face. It was indeed a rude behavior but she was still innocent back then and did not know the basic courtesy of being a noble. Sydnee tried hard not to bite her lips as she stood in front of Anthony. Lady Geneva noticed the weird atmosphere between the two and she cleared her throat. "Duke, this is my daughter, Sydnee Mondragon. Sydnee, he is the Duke of Consolacion, Duke Anthony Bermeda."

“Things like this can’t be rushed, and he’s just not interested. Pressing him won’t help. You've pushed him too hard. Look at him—he’s so scared he’s hiding abroad and won’t even come home for Christmas.” Audrey said, “I’m just worried! In the past, there were a whole bunch of bachelors, but now, one by one, they’ve gotten paired off. Even Julian Bucham and Duncan, the oldest bachelors, are married, while Anthony’s still single! “You might not be in a hurry, but I sure am. I’ll talk to Old Mrs. York next time and ask her to find a suitable match for Anthony. The wives she’s chosen for her grandsons have all been perfect matches. I’m just so envious,” Audrey sighed.

“No, Thank you. I can find it.” “Very well. Enjoy your breakfast.” I walked through the main hall and into the left wing stopping only after I saw Dimitri sitting next to Anthony. My eyes about fell out of my head. He smiled as he spotted me as he held his devious smile. “Hello, everyone,” I said with a strong upper chin. “I’m sorry if I’m late. I overslept.” “That’s perfectly fine, dear a new bride needs her beauty sleep afterall”Anthony's mom says smiling softly.

"I said, His Highness is free before nine." "Damn you, Abby! I've told you I don't want to meet any lord or duke or whoever with the title." Edvard scowled. He had plenty of noble fathers who wanted to play matchmaker, matchmaking their daughters and him. Like they were selling their daughters. "Lord Silverstone doesn't have any daughter, Your Highness." Said Abigail calmly. Twenty years being Edvard's personal assistant, she knew him inside out. She didn't hesitate to make physical contact, like she did earlier, forcing him back to sit. But she never left the honorific behind whenever she talked to him.

She was standing behind her acting like a bridesmaid since Marley didn't bring anyone with her. “I thought you said you don't want your brother's heart broken,” Marley mumbled out. “Yeah, that's why I'm acting as your bridesmaid.” They finally descended the stairs and walked toward Anthonio and the priest. Anthonio turned his head in their direction and Marley's heart thumped faster than usual. He was exceptionally handsome today. He was dressed in a fine suit that adored his well-toned body and his hair was swept backwards bringing out his handsome face in full display.

Then, ‘Yes, sir. Evelyn presses her fingers lightly against her arm, grounding herself as she listened. This was him. The lucien she had read from the tabloids and seen all over the news. Nothing like the man from last night. Completely different from the one whose touch had been unsteady against her skin last night. ‘There’s another matter,’ the assistant added carefully. It was followed by a pause and Evelyn’s heart skipped. ‘The Sterling situation,’ Alex continued. Evelyn’s heart skipped a beat, her whole body tensing up as she heard Lucien mutter profanities under his breath.

“Wait, how do you know all this?” “I received a letter yesterday.” He confessed, taking out a piece of paper and handing it to me. “The person offered a million dollars and a partnership with our company only if you agree to be a stand-in bride for the tycoon.” “So, I was technically chosen by this anonymous person?” I asked and he nodded. “You don't even know who it is. Why should you believe him?” “He's not exactly anonymous, Aria. He's the personal secretary to Romanov. His head would be on a plate if Romanov found out that his bride was missing.” He explained, and I sighed, slumping into the chair as all this information made my head spin.