Bridgerton Edwina Novels & Stories

His mother even hired an etiquette tutor to train me, believing I was nothing but an embarrassment. Back then, I obediently studied for three months for Edward's sake. Three months of hellish training were nothing to me. Even if they tried to nitpick, they couldn't find fault, so we could only tolerate each other. Now, none of that matters anymore. I touched my face and pushed the door open, walking straight in. In that split second, a scream rang out. The two people inside scrambled to cover themselves. Seeing it was me, Edward snapped, "Vanessa, don't you know how to knock?"

Adrian asked Edward who scoffed at him. "I didn't convince her to change her mind, I only asked her to wait till the end of her competition," Edward said to Adrian. "Ooh, I must admit that Amelia is no longer the ordinary young lady of five years ago, as far as I know, she going to be the first person to make you give up on something that you want," Adrian said to Edward who smiled sarcastically. "And who said that I was giving up, sometimes you need time to solve some issues, and I only earned myself some time by asking her to wait till the end of the competition," Edward said to Adrian with a wicked smirk that made Adrian cringe.

Everything they discuss was new and beyond my human knowledge which resulted in my brain even getting more baffled. Part of me wanted to just disappear from the living area since no one seems to be concerned about my well-being. Not even Charles. "Bring her to my clinic." Mrs. Bridgerton ordered them. Then, she and her husband slide to the dead wolf and checked his claws and fangs. As soon as Randolph places my body on the stretcher, he immediately leaves the room. Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton then stepped into the room and attached electrical wires and tubes to my body.

Does she know that she is about to die? I sighed in frustration. I am so tired of dealing with little girls. “Why am I even here wasting time with you, little peasant, when I have bigger fish to fry!” "Run, Rebeca!" Edwina Screamed. I'm guessing the bride's name is Rebeca. I was pissed! this Edwina is relentless. I went forward to her and pulled her from the ground by her neck. I want to watch her die slowly. I'll miss her sweet determined face so my only consolation is to slowly watch the light depart from her eyes.

“Thank you, Edwina. I’ve never expected anyone to lie to Mr. Chase because of me, but thank you.” “It’s no problem,” Edwina didn’t seem to mind at all, as the last thing she wanted was anyone getting into trouble because of her. Not wanting to create any more problems to lie about, Becca began leading her upstairs, “let’s not remain here any longer. You have to get ready, and we have less than thirty minutes for that.” ********** After changing into a more fitting dress with her hair and make-up done, Edwina looked at herself in the mirror, pretty gorgeous. It’s been a long time since she looked this way, as she hardly went out for gatherings or any of the sort that would make her presence r

“Don’t play dumb. I know you’re mad because I chose Steve. After all, he’s wealthy, high-ranking, and well-connected. Are you now trying to repeat your approach with another rich woman, like Miss Kyla?” Edward’s gaze hardened, his anger simmering. “I’m not like that, Elisabeth,” he said in a low but firm voice. “I don’t use underhanded tactics to gain wealth. I’m not someone like you.” “You’re a hypocrite! Miss Kyla is a good woman, Edward. You shouldn’t be playing her,” Elisabeth retorted sarcastically. Edward’s eyes sharpened as he replied coldly. “Say whatever you want. Stay out of my affairs. I married you because you claimed to be the woman I was searching for. But the truth is, Kyla wa

But Edwin held my hands firmly as he replied to the person on the call, “Who are you talking about? I don't know anyone by the name ‘Rose’.” “I’m on my way to dinner with my girlfriend. From now on, do not mention any woman’s name before me. Where others go or leave is not my concern; I’m committed, and you should understand it before it's too late.” After throwing out these words, he hung up and tossed his phone aside. "I told you, Victoria," Edwin whispered, his voice cutting through the static of the system, echoing the words he had desperately pleaded at the fountain. "I will heal those scars. I'm choosing you. Always you.”

As if she was the most despicable woman at the moment. Edwin went upstairs, intending to invite Melati down. He didn't expect to hear those words from his own sister's mouth. His face was stiff with his jaw hardened, staring at Kirana who had her back to him. Vienna, who was standing between them, swallowed her own saliva for fear of the look in Edwin's eyes. "Is this your language to the woman your own brother married?" Edwin's voice echoed in Kirana's ears. The woman immediately turned around with wide eyes.

And that meant the door between us hadn’t closed completely. I forced myself not to rush. I waited a full five minutes, pacing, running my hands over my shirt, checking my reflection in the glass door. Calm, Max. Don’t look like a lovesick fool. By the time I stepped out of the entertainment lounge, shut the door behind me, and made my way down the short hallway, my heart was already in my throat. And there she was. Edwina stood in the middle of the living room, eyes wide, taking in every detail of the house. She looked small but commanding, like the room itself was holding its breath around her.

At least, that’s what I think—until one of the men at my table lets out a sharp whistle. I follow his gaze, my blood running cold. Edwina. She walks in with Krys, her long legs accentuated by a dangerously short dress that hugs every curve of her body. The sheer audacity of her presence here—without telling me—sends my temper spiraling. My jaw locks as I see other men’s eyes trailing after her, filled with shameless hunger. I curl my hand into a fist, forcing myself to stay seated. If I go down there now, I’ll cause a scene. And while my name commands respect, there are still some men foolish enough to let alcohol cloud their judgment. I won’t tolerate anyone looking at my woman like that.