Benedict Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Edward was talking to his butler when he turned around and peered at me for a while. My back sweated when I saw that look. What was on his mind? He had a dirty mind, and I was the only one well aware of it. They left us alone, and he moved closer to me, his mouth near my ear. It was a cringe already. His palm brushed on my back and pushed me closer to him. “Are you relying on your beauty to seduce men?” His sarcastic tone was beyond belief. “No! I don’t need to seduce men. They are the least I care about! For now, the person who sent me this dress is the one you should blame.” I snapped at him.

"And you'll be the most stunning bride New York has ever seen!" Stunning wasn't exactly how I felt. I felt like a character in a play I hadn't auditioned for – a play with stakes far higher than a bad review. A knock on the door sent a nervous jolt through me. "Come in," I called, bracing myself. It was Ethan, looking every bit the billionaire in a sharp tuxedo that seemed to mold itself to his broad frame. He didn't smile, but his eyes held a flicker of something that warmed me despite the formality of the situation.

Nathan quietly shut the door behind him. Without a word, Sarang lifted the crumbled paper in his hand and read aloud. “It is without a doubt that this season’s finest bachelor is an enigma from the household of the Grand Duke of Eldoria, Prince Nathaniel Blackwell. A young alpha whose presence has ignited a grand stir in the ton and fervent passion in the hearts of hopeful youths. But why now, and more intriguingly, for whom? Whispers travel that this mysterious gentleman seeks one thing–a diamond. A princess, no less. Should yours truly believe his diamond is none other than the First Princess of Eldoria? Will we witness a match between the most dazzling pair of the season, or is this merel

"Who are you calling? There was a car accident victim who needed emergency surgery. Benedict's still in the operating theater. "Do you think he'll help you even if you call him?" She fished out a necklace hanging around her neck and waved it in my face. On it was a very familiar ruby pendant. "Benedict gave me this as a token of his love. He will marry me. He's not going to care about you just because you birthed him a bastard. "I'll have you know that our relationship is stable!" She pushed me to the ground, ripping my shirt open in the process and revealing the ruby pendant hanging around my neck.

Alex stammered, his mind driving fast to find a reasonable excuse. Margaret raised a hand, silencing him. "Save your explanations, Alexander. This photograph speaks volumes. The stakeholders of Sterling Enterprises are growing increasingly concerned about your... lifestyle choices." Alex swallowed hard, his dry throat. He knew the implications of his grandmother's words. As the heir apparent to Sterling Enterprises, his behavior reflected not only on himself but on the entire company.

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.

’ 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.

"Like we're all blind." "James," their mother hissed. "Hush." "I'm just saying, if you're going to bring your boyfriend to your sister's wedding, maybe don't insult everyone's intelligence by—" "James Alexander Bridgerton, I swear to God—"

"The head of security mentioned he stepped out to take a call. You know how the Kingston board is, even on their wedding day. The merger documents for the Shanghai expansion were finalized this morning. He’s likely just securing his legacy before he officially begins his life with you." Sophia nodded, forcing herself to believe the narrative. She had spent the last year navigating Alexander’s world, learning that for a man of his stature, love was rarely an island; it was a kingdom, and kingdoms required constant tending. Still, a strange, hollow sensation bloomed in her chest. She turned away from the mirror, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she paced the length of the bridal

Something warm. --- Her name was Beatriz. She arrived at the penthouse at four in the afternoon. She was smaller than I expected. Gray hair pulled back in a bun. Dark eyes that missed nothing. She walked with a cane. She didn't smile when she introduced herself. She just looked at me. Really looked. "So you're Elena," she said. "I am." "I've read about you. In the papers. The trial. The evidence. The whole thing." "And?" "And I'm impressed."