Novel & Cerita Benedict Bridgerton

As the door opened, the aroma of mahogany wood and coffee greeted her. The room was spacious and modern, dominated by black and gray tones that imparted a sense of coldness and elegance simultaneously. Large glass walls showcased a glittering cityscape under the night lights. Behind a large, neatly arranged desk, a man sat with a relaxed yet commanding demeanor. Theo Filbert. Hazel had read about him—the youngest CEO in Filbert Corporation's history. A billionaire known for his ruthlessness. An ambitious figure unafraid to destroy anyone in his way.

Benedict, with excitement on his face, muttered, “I knew Damian is an honorable figure in the whole of Vereluxe city. His connections to important people…” He couldn’t help but examine the figure that was approaching. From looking at the dress, he could tell it was high standard—especially since the person seemed to be here for his sister’s birthday. It would make sense to try and make a good impression and secure a friendship. Just as Nola was nearing Adrian, a sense of familiarity struck her. “Do I happen to know this prestigious-looking person from somewhere?” she wondered, muttering beneath her breath. But she was unsure if she had ever met someone that important before. Her and her son

He was only a few inches apart from me, I could sense the possessiveness written all over his face. "What do you mean by I am yours?" I asked staring at him in disbelief. Dominic sighed in response. "You must marry me, Either that or I ruin you. I am giving you a choice now, choose wisely." He said boldly. My goodness, even his pride irritated me. He carried himself with so much high regard, way too much that it made me really annoyed. Who did he really think he was? A billionaire? So what? He did not own my life. Marrying him was the last thing I would do.

Autumn glanced at him, frowned, and said, "Benedict, could you stay a little farther away from me?" Dominic was about to arrive, and she didn't want any misunderstandings. Unfortunately, her words sounded anything but polite. No matter what, Benedict was still one of Skyline City's well-known young elites. Countless women pursued him. His expression darkened immediately.

she says. I quickly hug Samara, then Scarlet and I walk arm-in-arm down the stairs. I look down and see Benedict waiting for me. He’s standing with a bouquet of red roses, wearing a black suit with a red tie and pocket square that matches my dress, and a look of blazing possessiveness. I step away from Scarlet, walking toward him. “Damn, you look hot,” I say. “I was just thinking how lucky I am to be with someone as gorgeous as you,” he says, pulling me against him and pressing his lips to mine.

he started, "technically, yes." My chest tightened, a dull ache radiating from my heart. "What do you mean 'technically'?" "I mean that Bridget Lorraine is a constant fixture," Ilya explained, his eyes fixed on the dark liquid in his cup. "She is seen with him at every Gala, every fundraiser, and every high-society ball. There have been dozens of sightings of them out on what the press calls 'dates.' Bridget has made it clear on every social media outlet and to every gossip columnist that she will be marrying into the Vitale family. It’s an open secret."

she said, “it’s not forever by force. If I want out one day—” “You’re free,” Dante said instantly. “Always.” She studied him. Then, slowly, deliberately, she reached for the pen on the counter. “Okay,” she said. His breath caught. “I’ll be your secret bride.” Dante’s control cracked—just for a second. He crossed the distance and pulled her into his arms, not desperate, not possessive—protective. Certain. He pressed his forehead to hers. “One day,” he murmured, “the world will know your name.”

If Prince Charming wore Armani, I’m sure he’d look like this. Prince Charming—yes, Prince Charming—that is the name that fits him best. His fingers remain wrapped around my wrist, firm but not painful. With effortless grace, he plucks the glass from my hand. “I daresay you’ve had quite enough for tonight,” he says, and his thick British accent hits me instantly, sending my heart doing backflips. It’s deep, rich and velvety, the kind of voice you’d hear men speak with in a Bridgerton series.

I said, my voice crisp, calm, and completely grounded. A sharp, delighted chuckle echoed through the line, and I could practically hear the effortless, rogue-ish Benedict Bridgerton smirk on the other end. "Ruby! The new Mrs. Ray herself. To what do I owe the honor? I must say, your grand exit from Éze yesterday was pure art. The New York circles are practically choking on their morning coffee trying to figure out how Victoria ended up wearing her own lunch." "She got exactly what she deserved," I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips at his easy banter. "But I didn't call to gossip about vintage tweed, James. I need your help with something. And it requir

The villa was huge, a large garden in front, it had a pool, a tennis court, a man-made lake at the back, and a greenhouse. ༄༄༄༄ Before Isabella was born, he and Alexandria were university sweethearts. When they graduated, he started the company from the money borrowed from his grandparents. Benedict grew up with them because his parents died in a car accident when he was ten years old. He then asked for her hand in marriage. When they found out about their relationship, they refused because of Alexandria's unknown origins. Until now, Bella hasn't met any relatives from her mom's side. Benedict was in love with her, so he still prepared for the wedding. What he didn't know was that Grandma Ch