Bridgerton の小説・ストーリー

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "

She was beyond disgusted at herself for wanting a compliment from this arrogant and undeniable handsome husband of hers. Once the formalities were over, a waitress ushered them into the huge Auditorium where the party was taking place. The large hall was beautifully decorated with different flowers which added color and warmth to the hall. Camella’s eyes wandered towards the huge chandelier that hung boldly in the middle of the hall. She had been attracted to it by the way the light from it dazzled around the hall. “Wine?” a male waiter in black pants and crisp cream shirt said., offering the tray towards Ethan and Camilla.

Confidently. Who is he? He is known by all as the eldest of the very handsome De'beuvor siblings, the mighty Crown Prince of the most respected kingdom in the east, Solterra, the kingdom of earth summoners. But to me, he is the man I love and I will forever love. He is Ares Demitri De'beuvor, the man I vowed to love till the end of time today, my love, my life, my husband. An inhuman growl from the outside echoed and fire boomed in the aisle that ran towards us, encircling me and Demitri but it didn't burn anything.

After my dance with Christian, all I wanted was to find a quiet corner to collect myself. But before I could even think about escaping, I saw Mansueto Moretti limping toward me, his cane tapping lightly on the floor. I forced a polite smile, watching as Christian slipped away with a brief nod. Mansueto extended his hand toward me. “Will you give this old man the honor of dancing with the bride?” “Of course, Mr. Moretti,” I replied, offering a small curtsy.

[Arella] “Did you just say husband?” Bridget clarifies, her voice climbing an octave. She looks more like a giddy high school teen than the royal princess and polished CEO of this company. Her perfectly tailored white blazer gleams under the soft glow of her office lights, and the pearl earrings she always wears bob slightly as she leans forward. I nod, avoiding her gaze. Sasha, in her signature emerald-green jumpsuit, remains too stunned to speak, her wide eyes reflecting her disbelief.

It's a purple backless dress, with black and silver stripes all around it. "Brother brought it?" She asked. "Yes. It's for the banquet you guys are going to later today" Madame Virginia replied. "Oh, Brother told me about it last week. I just didn't expect the dress to be this pretty" She walked Towards the dress and looked at it with glowing eyes. "I like purple so much" "Is it your Favorite color?" Madame Virginia asked. "I don't know but I just love it" The more she looked at the dress the more she fell in love with it.

’ She earned beaming and nodding from the two girls. After that, the journalist smiled to the camera and then in the studio, two female anchors thanked her. He sipped the tea, thinking perhaps this news program that his cousin talked about last night. Still sipping his tea, he watched the two women on the tv engaged in interesting talk. ‘Let’s read another mailpinion. This one’s subject is, I hope it’s my fairy tale, from Marianne Jones’ The black-haired anchorwoman paused to give her colleague a meaningful look, then she continued to read. ‘Since the Crown Prince is going under cover among us, I think it’s a huge change for every single lady in the country accidentally meet him or befriend

Charlotte retorted, attempting to step away. He moved closer, attempting to stop her from moving away, his gaze fixed on hers. “I insist,” he said, as he placed a hand on his chest as if feeling a sharp pain. Charlotte looked at him in shock. “Are you okay?” she asked, with concern on her face. He immediately regained his composure, "I’m fine. I’m Nathan, by the way,” he said, his voice calming and assured. “Charlotte.” “Oh, Charlotte! As in Queen Charlotte from Bridgerton?” He chuckled, and despite herself, Charlotte smiled a bit.

Zoe walked into ‘the Vogue Vision’ fashion show dressed in a very elegant emerald dress and silver stones around her neck. The shutter sound of the camera was almost deafening but she had her best smile on as always. She wasn’t surprised that a lot of the media wanted to take pictures of her face because not only was she a beauty to behold, she was the daughter of Margery Madrigal and also the wife of Avery Trent.

However, Mikhail's face remained stoic, his anger simmering beneath the surface as he struggled to maintain a neutral expression. Ronan Marino stood up, a charming smile on his face. "It is with great honor and pleasure to introduce to you the future Bratva's bride, Donatella De Luca." He walked towards the door, opening it with a flourish. Donatella stepped in, her navy blue gown shimmering under the lights. The off-the-shoulder design accentuated her elegant neck, and the knee-length hem showcased her toned legs. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and her bright smile lit up the room.