Benedict Bridgerton Novels & Stories

j e a n I was left alone in the manor as everyone is attending Dante's funeral. They had his body cremated and made the people believe that Dante had his last breath due to his illness. None of the witnesses spoke about what truly happened in the Morettis. I don't even feel mournful towards the man who was killed by his own son. He killed Matt every day by not treating him as a son and included me to their messy fiasco for choosing me as his son's bride.

Was this evidence of how far reaching Benedict’s spying on her went? “Aaaaah! You have arrived lady Hester.” Hester jumped as he surprised her with his entrance. “I am sorry to surprise you. I thought it would be good to share dinner with you this evening.” “You are too kind your Majesty. Your invitation is very inviting but I am truly exhausted and must rest.” “I understand. But a lady must eat too. It will help you rest.” Benedict approached Hester smiling. He took her hand in his and led her to the table. Hester thought better than to resist and so she allowed Benedict to lead her to the table.

Aunt Margretta had already warned her about gossiping about Alexandra. "Maybe they fell in love at first sight!" Chef Ross exclaimed, looking dreamy. "Just like Old Ben fell for Aristia Winchester." Plus, Benjamin Winchester was a pure born American just like Jonathan, he was named Benjamin Spencer before his marriage to Aristia and he changed his surname as a dedication of his love for her. How romantic! "Madam didn't look very much in love though," Jannet said, on the contrary, Alexandra behaved like a dictator towards Jonathan. Everyone working in this household was under the grip of a dictator.

I don't realize how long I have been standing on the staircase and how long I have been lost in a world of my own until the butler arrives with a huge smile on his face and his arms clasped behind me. "Madam, the room is ready", he murmurs, the smile diminishing slowly as he bows in respect. The other two men who helped him also bowed giving me an anticipated look. They want to know what else they need to do before retiring for the night. I already had dinner. I had pizza for dinner and I'm good to go. "That will be all, Mr…", I pause, raising a brow at him. "It's Dominion, madam. This is Connor and the young man here is Eric." He points to the first man beside him and then the second young

I’m not sure he’s still wondering about my background and handing out money. Did Benedict expect anything? “I did live alone before he came here. I was--” “By the way, are you from London, man?” Ask Benedict. “I am an American.” “You are so fluent with your British accent. I’m impressed.” Benedict extended his hand. “My name is Benedict. We can exchange phone numbers if necessary.” “For what?” Tyler asked. “Lilith is an employee of my coffee shop. If she comes home late or doesn’t show up for work, I can call you. Aren’t you his fiancee?”

But now, his coldness left her questioning if she had inadvertently stepped on his toes or if something else was amiss. Bella was no stranger to privilege. As the daughter of business tycoon Donald McMahon, she had grown up in a world of wealth and influence. While many wondered why she chose to work for Taylor instead of her father, Bella had a clear motive in mind. She aimed to secure a place in Taylor's father's will.

Emily took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart as she stood outside the wedding chapel. She had imagined this moment a million times, but never quite like this. She was about to marry a man she barely knew, a man who was over double her age and a billionaire businessman named Alexander Pierce. The door to the chapel opened, and a woman in a white gown emerged, followed by a man who was clearly her groom. Emily stepped forward, taking her place at the back of the line. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

It dawned on me how the scenario looked like to her, but my thoughts were completely far from hers at the moment. "It's not what you think Katherine! I just wanted to be alone with you… and as far away as possible from that intruder," I told her. "And by intruder you mean the one and only Isabel Anthony, the heiress of the Anthony fortune, a literal goddess!" She exclaimed. "Well she is no goddess to me that's for sure," I told her. "Still, you could have told me from the very beginning before I even signed those papers that the girl you were supposed to marry was Isabel Anthony!" She exclaimed.

Lord Hunt told her while he slowly made an approach towards her. Charlotte wasn't sure what to say. He had given her more information about himself but he had not answered the question that she was looking for. She supposed that answering something like that was still too much to ask. Which told her that Lady Bennett really had been someone special. Although she didn't think snooping around for the answers was going to be the way to get what she wanted, perhaps then she should try a different approach to this whole thing. "His latest bride, I guess that means that this Lord Eclaire is someone who enjoys mortal women?" Charlotte asked.

He saw Tobias, who was standing next to her, and scanned him from head to toe. The latter was dressed in a suit and looked exceptionally stunning. His demeanor also demonstrated grace and elegance. What was more, he exuded an overpowering sense of superiority. It was hard not to both respect and fear him. Benedict knew the answer to his question, but he asked it nonetheless, "Who might this be?" Lucy responded, "Allow me to introduce him, Mr. Jones. He is my husband, Tobias Ripley." She couldn't tell if Benedict was satisfied with Tobias. All he did was stare at Tobias arrogantly.