Benedict Bridgerton Novelas e Histórias

The man's words now made Evelyn raise her head, looking at the man who had now put on a smirk. "Oh, and I haven't introduced myself, have I? My name is Benedict Easton; you may have heard of my family name." Evelyn's eyes widened; so what she had thought at the hospital was true? This man was one of the famous Easton family? "Evelyn Hart, don't just kneel there silently. I have something important that you might need to consider for the life you want. I have a great offer." Again that smile; what kind of offer did Benedict want to discuss with Evelyn?

Placing a courteous smile on my face, I attempted to keep up, but it was impossible to ignore the underlying sense of judgement. A piercing voice interrupted the conversation, "Darling." “Please give me a word.” Sophia Bennett soon to be Harrington. One of the strongest women in the room and Williams cousin, Marcel’s fiancé. Her crimson gown trailed behind her like the tail of a predator as she strode towards us. "Freda," she uttered, a smile that stopped short of her eyes. "I hoped we could talk." Williams gave her a stern glance. "Sophia—" I hurriedly said, "It's okay," and moved forward. "I would love to talk."

… One day, Tessa met another mama's boy, Obadiah Clem. She didn't like him at first sight. Eleanor also found him unimpressive. Yet he was very taken with Tessa and insisted on a long conversation with both Tessa and Eleanor. He even talked about weddings. In the end, Tessa pretended she had to work a shift to escape his overbearing enthusiasm. But just as she opened her mouth, a tall figure took the seat next to her. Turning her head, she saw Benedict. Unlike his usual casual look, today he wore a perfectly tailored three-piece suit, which made him look even taller and more imposing, yet his features remained sharp and handsome—a commanding presence among men.

"But days like today make me wonder if I'm strong enough for his world. If I can handle the scrutiny and the judgment and the constant feeling that I don't belong." "Do you know why I chose you for Christopher?" Eleanor asked suddenly. "It wasn't just because you saved me. It was because you didn't care who I was. You saw an elderly woman who needed help, and you helped without expecting anything in return. That kind of character is rare, Anastasia. Especially in the circles my family moves in." "But character doesn't prepare me for charity galas and social obligations and people like Victoria," I pointed out.

The car pulled away from the curb, and Millbrook waited four hours further down the road, closer now than it had been an hour ago, and somehow further away than ever. Bertrand looked up from his phone, his face pale in the afternoon light, the color draining out of it the way it does when a person hears something they have waited too long to hear. "Ashgrove Manor says there's a resident named Ruth Preston," he said slowly. "Ninety four years old. Admitted under her married name. Her maiden name, according to their records, was Caldenwood." I turned to Alexander, my breath catching in my chest. "That's not Aldric," I whispered. "That's someone who knew him." "Or someone who loved him," Alexan

Duke Bennett said. Lord Minir chuckled, " What a shame, Duke Bennett. You don't get to taste a little of what is mine. " " So, who is this young lady with you?" I heard an unfamiliar voice decided to interrupt the tension of the two. "Darling, come." I faced them with a polite smile and stood beside Lord Minir who snaked his hand behind my back. "Duke Bennett, Lady Catherine, Lord Allus, this is my blood bride, Lady Sol Borromeo. "

** “Gentlemen and ladies, I would like your attention, please!” Beatrice announces to the room filled with people causing a lulled silence. “I wish to announce that George has completed his dowry today in asking for my hand.” Murmors arise, and from beside me, Alpha Rhett mutters an ‘oh…hell’ that pleases me. A familiar-looking man that I can only assume to be her father from the party slams his hand on the table and calls her name, jostling her confidence, but she swallows and continues.

The spotlight shifted, and soon Racheal and Ariella entered the hall. I was momentarily breathless as I caught sight of Racheal. She wore a stunning white dress that hugged her curves perfectly, the back dipping low and accentuating her figure. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the glimmering crystals adorning the gown highlighted her hips beautifully. Ariella mirrored her mother’s elegance in a flared dress, complete with Tinkerbell wings that added a whimsical touch.

Crystal still looked at her target without taking her eyes off, she watched the whole process of the waiter giving it to him, and him receiving it and opening the piece of paper. But before she could meet his eyes, an unwanted person blocked her view. Crystal, slowly looked up at the person that blocked her view and the faint smile that was on her face was nowhere to be found again, "Weren't you supposed to come up to me as soon as you arrived here?" The so-called fiancee of hers walked over as Crystal sighed. "Can you at least move out of my way... You are blocking my view." She glared at him and tried to look over his shoulder but he blocked her yet again.

She could hear from his voice he was pouting like a child whose favourite toy had just been taken away. ‘I was working late.’ ‘I tried the office. They said you’d gone home.’ ‘I told them to say that, David. I didn’t want to be disturbed.’ ‘Oh, pity. There’s nothing wrong, is there?’ ‘No,’ she lied. ‘Look, Bridget asked me to find out what she should wear. I think she’s got the idea that ermine and tiaras are statutory with members of the British aristocracy.’ ‘It’s black tie for the men. Something slinky and long would be nice.’