Benedict Bridgerton Novels & Stories

“I will tell you everything I know about Damon Banks.” That confession caught the attention of Colton, who wasn't expecting a visit from his boss at that time of day. He left the glass he was holding in his right hand on the table and looked at Spencer, intent on listening to what would be said. "Benedict was a power-hungry fashion designer. He would do anything to earn the money and fame that he wanted, that he thought he deserved. Then he got involved with the wrong people, with mobsters.” Colton and Arabella looked at each other, silently asking each other if they knew what Spencer's matter was about. But when they realized that they shared the same lost look, the same furrowed eyebrows a

She raised her hand to knock but paused a while listening to the loud conversation from inside. “Is Sean here yet?” “No, lady Sophie.” The young lady whined and screamed frustrated, “Make my hair again, I'm sure he's coming.” The young lady, Sophie, is the daughter of Minister Logan, a powerful and influential figure. Sophie is deeply infatuated with Sean and believes he is the perfect match for her. She is determined to make him hers, regardless of his feelings. “I will dress so beautiful that he won't be able to take his eyes off me.” She muttered to herself, her smile wide and bright.

he utters. If I was disgusted before, now I am just close to puking. Benedict is a good looking forty-five year old man with a gorgeous wife. His status as the governor also adds to his attraction. But he is cocky and greedy as he knows he can get away with anything and almost everything.

The Queen tried to divert the main topic. "You flatter me, Your Majesty. I don't have such fortune as Duke Kensington, who receives Your Majesty's grace in bestowing him a wonderful match. I'm afraid I will have to capture His Grace's intended should I decide to marry, Your Majesty." Lord Benjamin wittily remark, expressing his honest feelings before this revered lady.

", staring at the man I was marrying. Alexander Hawke. I know almost nothing about him—his reputation precedes him, and the whispers I’ve heard from my father are far from reassuring. A man who thrives on control.And yet, here I am. His bride. Bound to him by duty, not by choice. I glance at him now. He stands by the window, looking out at the city skyline, his broad shoulders beneath the tailored suit tense. The dim light from the street below casts shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more imposing and untouchable.

Nathaniel, growing irritated, added, “Sylvia, even if you’re doing this just to provoke me, bringing in a beggar as your stand-in is ridiculous. Do you really think this is funny?” Bennett’s brows furrowed as he glanced down at himself. He had been in a car accident on the way and had crawled under a vehicle to rescue an elderly woman, which explained his disheveled clothes and dirt-covered appearance. But to be mistaken for a beggar? That was pushing it. He didn’t bother to explain. Instead, he raised his eyes to his bride. She was elegant and graceful, with a beauty that needed no embellishment. As for her character? That remained to be seen.

His voice was cold, and from the way his brows were furrowed, he was just as much confused as I was. "A wedding will be held today." He says in finality. My mother's eyes aren't the only one that goes wide. "B-but Kathrine isn't here," my mother stutters. "I am aware that your eldest daughter isn't here, Dorothy, but remember that before this was a love match, it was a business arrangement, and in order for the business arrangement to be fulfilled, your daughter must marry my son." Her eyes land on me, and my body goes rigid. He couldn't possibly mean…

he said. “What do you mean you can’t do this?” She asked “This union. The whole arrangement” he stated. “It seems wrong.” Victoria’s flawlessly formed eyebrows raised. “Wrong?” she inquired. “You’re telling me it’s wrong that you’re engaged to a woman from a respectable family?” “Yes,” he said firmly. “Bridget is not who you believe her to be.” Victoria sighed. “And who specifically do you think she is Carson?” She asked “She is a woman who spends her nights in clubs, who drinks excessively and who doesn’t care about anything serious.” He said.

A gun rested inches across her temple” “Good. You wouldn’t believe it though.” “What wouldn’t I believe?” Lena whispered. “That architecture businessman prick owns this gala.” “Who?” “Gideon,” Damon said. “Remember? The guy you ditched me for at the auction.” “Really?” she croaked. “Yeah. V.R.S. I can’t believe that fucker has fingers in places like this.” Lena stared at Amara then—really looked at her. And in that moment, with everything that happened around them, the fragments of realization were finally slipping in. She finally understood.

Ethan replied, his tone equally controlled. Adrian’s gaze shifted to me. Slowly. Deliberately. “And this must be the fiancée,” he said. I felt the weight of his attention like a spotlight. I forced a small, polite smile. “Ava Bennett,” I said. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “Interesting,” he murmured. Something about the way he said it made my skin prickle. “Congratulations,” he added, though it didn’t sound entirely sincere. “Thank you,” I replied.