Novel & Cerita Benedict Bridgerton

"As you expected, she deliberately walked ahead, waiting for your car to leave before turning around and returning to the restaurant." "She has an appointment, right?" "Yes, an appointment with a man." Allison lifted her hand to admire her beautiful nails and asked, "Who is he?" "It's Benjamin, the young heir of the Sterling Family." Allison paused a moment before saying, "I see." Who said Charlotte Scott was useless? People underestimated her. Not only did she become Mrs. Griffith, but she also managed to attract the attention of the Sterling Family's young heir.

Ben gently nudged Charles' shoulder with his elbow, "Charles, I'm really envious of you." Charles raised an eyebrow, with a smug smile on his lips. Ben didn't see Charles' content expression. His eyes were firmly staring at Maria, "Mia is beautiful, kind and talented. This wife of yours is definitely a worthy one." At this moment, he saw that Maria put her mobile phone in her bag and walked away directly without even glancing at Charles. He laughed out loud, "Ha-ha-ha, Young Master Smith, Mia is good at everything, but her memory is bad, ha-ha- ha..."

“It's easy. I want an Hallmark movie type of love, you know? Nothing short of the perfect Cinderella moment. A man that'll come along and sweep me off my feet. Literally. So, until then, it's just me, myself and I.” Hallmark kind of love, huh? Yeah, that was exactly what she deserved. I wondered what kind of man would be able to win her over with those conditions. Brock could. He was unpredictable. The image of him sweeping her off her feet and twirling her around in the air made my blood run cold. No. “Elena!” She looked up and beamed, saying to me as I turned to see who'd called her. “It's him. Mr. Windsor my editor.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I suppose it's time to socialize some m

Lewis's room was large, covered with expensive intricately crafted handmade woolen carpets, furnished with expensive antique furniture, and decorated with gold embroidered brocade draperies. "You are too slow in doing things, I really can't expect you to do anything, you're just going to screw everything up! It's only seven hours until the banquet starts and yet I haven't even fixed my makeup or my dress, don't you know how rare Mrs. Lanyon's banquet are?" Old Mrs. Lewis was right in the middle of the room receiving her hair done by the exclusive styling team, seeing Cathy enter, old Mrs. Lewis started scolding again,

Charlotte told me confidently. “How do you know?” I asked in reply. Charlotte gushed as she answered my question. “Boss is a billionaire!” she cried. “Let’s leave his money apart and talk about his physique. He is tall, heavily built, cute, and handsome. Let’s leave his physique and his behaviour. He is kind, jovial, and caring. He has all the traits you will need in a good husband. For someone like me, I won’t agree that we start a relationship.”

Stacy nodded and led the two kids into the elevator. Edwin pressed the button and lowered his head to look at Henric. "How should I address you?" "I'm Benedict." Benedict pointed at his younger sister. "This is my younger sister, Cassandra." His last name is Zong? He seemed to remember that Gloria's husband's surname was this. He glanced at Stacy and said, "Oh, you're from Bolenton City, right?" Although it was a question, he was sure it was a tone. Stacy replied, "Yes."

James stammered, crawling backward. Akam crouched before him, his glowing eyes locking onto James. “nothing too personal.” James didn’t even have time to scream. Nellie Bridge – Heiress to the Bridge Empire and daughter of a billionaire senator Sir Muhammad Nellie paced her lavish bedroom, her phone pressed to her ear. She was deep in conversation with her fiancé, discussing their upcoming wedding. The sound of gunfire shattered the tranquility of the night. She froze, the phone slipping from her hand as her bodyguards’ shouts echoed through the house.

Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.

“We need to talk” The message appeared boldly on my phone screen. I stared intensely at it. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears a little bit louder. I knew who the sender was. Alexander Donovan, one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. A cold and aloof business man, a tyrant in the business world. So does the magazine I always read, says. The stranger I had signed a marriage certificate with forcefully. Being occupied with my feelings for Pete made me forget something this important. A heavy sigh escaped from my mouth.

“I've said this before, but I'm not sure if I understood the meaning of those words then. But now, Sophia, I know I lo---” His whisper got interrupted by Annabelle's voice. “Good day sir. Uhm.. I'm Annabelle, the maid from Ethan's house who helped your wife home” we heard Anna say behind us and turned to her immediately. We must have woken her up with our sounds. At that moment, I really expected him to say some words of appreciation to her and ask a few questions. However, Mr. Billionaire wasn't ready to ditch my lips for any other thing. Without saying a thing, he lowered his lips to mine again and gently claimed it, ignoring her completely.