Benedict Bridgerton Novels & Stories

When he wore a suit, he looked cool and arrogant. Chelsea remembered the group photo from Marisa's university days, in which many male classmates were dressed in the same way. When she looked at it back then, she even made fun of the clothes, saying they were too outdated. Now, it seems that whether the clothes are outdated or not depends on who is wearing them. Not only did Benjamin not look tacky in his outfit, but it actually brought out a scholarly air about him. By the way, his character in the script was a top student. In the drama, his name is Sebastian Harris, a history major student. He is childhood friends with Charlotte Bridges and also her first husband.

Jade “Sorry to drive the knife deeper but your fiancé is an absolute piece of shit.” Bells’ disgusted voice sounded through my phone’s speaker. “You know, what they say is true. Most men who look like gods almost never have the personality to match.” Wiping the kitchen island of the mess I had made the evening before, I let out a tired sigh. “Maybe he really is going to be busy. You know he’s the CEO now. He can’t just abandon his duties for a silly—”

A soft knock suddenly echoed from the door. Before she could answer, a maid entered respectfully. “Good morning, ma’am.” Ariana immediately stood awkwardly. “G-Good morning.” “The young master already left for work. Madam Vanessa instructed us to prepare you for breakfast downstairs.” Ariana nodded quietly. The maid smiled politely, though Ariana still noticed the curiosity in her eyes. Everyone inside this mansion was probably wondering the same thing. Why did Damien Monteverde marry someone like her? Thirty minutes later, Ariana carefully walked downstairs wearing a simple cream-colored dress chosen by the stylists earlier. Even the dress felt expensive. Everything here reminded her that s

“But they’ll be cross with you if you ignore them.” “My dear big brother will get over it,” Benedict said. “He knows how I am. Besides…” He turned his gaze back to me. “I found something very interesting here. Much more worth my time.” Josephine rolled her eyes as she approached. “Watch yourself, Lillian. He prides himself as a charmer but really he’s a shameless flirt.” “Is that any way to talk about your Uncle?” Benedict said with faux offense. His wide grin and the sparkle in his eye countered any harshness the words might have hinted at.

“Chin up. These women can smell uncertainty. And try not to mention that little family of yours.” The next hour blurred into a series of handshakes and careful conversations. I met Mrs. Lydia Kensington, whose husband ran a pharmaceutical empire, and listened as she droned on about her latest wellness retreat in Switzerland. “You must join me next time, Sarah. It does wonders for the complexion, and the disposition. New brides often find the transition... taxing.” “I’m managing,” I said, accepting a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. The bubbles tickled my nose, but the alcohol felt necessary.

He seemed like a man who had spent the last fourteen hours watching his entire inheritance dissolve into an untouchable cloud of digital signatures. Evelyn watched him approach from the corner of her vision. In her past life, seeing Julian like this would have filled her with desperate, codependent fear. She would have stood up, thrown herself into his path, apologized for things she hadn't done, and begged him to calm down before he ruined his reputation. Now, she picked up her linen napkin, wiped her fingers with slow, deliberate care, and waited. “Julian,” Beatrice Sterling said, her voice dripping with high-society disapproval as the younger man reached Table One. “Your attire is an insu

The ring was simple, but it was enough. “So it’s true,” Celeste said. “You’re engaged.” Cathrene closed the door. “I am.” “To the widower,” Marianne added. “The one with the child.” “His name is Benjamin.” Celeste let out a short, incredulous breath. “Of course you defend him. You’ve always been gifted at rearranging facts until they look like principles.” Cathrene remained standing near the counter. “Why are you here?”

At this moment, Beatrice and Claire were on their way to her grandfather’s place, driving the BMW M8 that was given to Dorothy by Alex. Beatrice’s grandfather was Aidan Bardot. He has two daughters: Claire was the elder while the younger one was named Adrianna Bardot. Adrianna was much snobbish than Claire, she would always try to compare with Claire in every aspect. Ever since Claire’s husband, Henry Assex, went missing after a trip with his secretary, Adrianna insulted and looked down upon her every time they met.

Is that how everybody saw it? "I'm surprised that he is enjoying his honeymoon without you, but no matter. Knowing him, he must be having a great time with one of his many admirers," Samantha continued and I could tell that she enjoyed every word that left her filthy mouth. "How dare-" Bridgette began but I rose my hand to silence her and she obeyed. "Does Benjamin know that you are here?" I asked and ignored the surprised looks on their faces for dropping his titles. "He told me that he doesn't want any concubines and I fear that he may not take your presence nicely."

On her way to her room, Emily thought back to how her life started with the Supernatural world and how, not so long ago, she didn't think she will love anyone else ever again but Deacon. Emily thought about how Deacon's life has always been a mess. 1915 It was courting season in England and Princess Bently; cousin of the British King was ready to present her daughter to the bachelors of the town. A gentleman introduced himself as Lord Dario, not giving his last name. Princess Bently sends in her daughter’s best friend Emily to meet a gentleman every time she does not like the looks of a man. Now it was not that she did not like the looks of Lord Dario, ‘but who calls on a lady this late in t