Bridgerton Problematic Novels & Stories

It seemed that the air in the room held their breath. “Like I said,” Mr. Bridgewater broke the ice in the room. “Ms. Harrington’s personal life doesn’t help our situation at all.” “How can you say that,” Mr. Hardman echoed. “Her personal life got us into this situation.” “Not her personal life, Mr. Hardman,” Ms. Fredrick looked offended. “This all clearly is a misunderstanding.” “What do you mean?” He asked. “This clearly isn’t what you told the board,” Ms. Fredrick continued. “You said something around Ms. Harrington’s inefficiency and bad past. I don’t see anything bad about her past.”

Derek scoffed and said sarcastically, "Ha... Miss Emerson isn't living in the past. It's not a big deal for female actors to be in a relationship. Besides, her current boyfriend is Mr. Maxwell. I don't think there's anything wrong with it. A female actor with controversy means she's got buzz. If we followed your logic, we wouldn't be able to use more than half of the actors in the entertainment industry." Sheila said, "But between her and April Young, shouldn't we choose an actor with a lower risk?" Davis supported Sheila. "I think Miss Emerson's concerns are necessary. We..." Derek directly interrupted Davis and said mockingly, "Miss Emerson, I think you're just biased against Brianna. Is i

A minute later Evander opens the door for a smug looking Bridget. “Bridget,” Gabe calls her attention. “What the hell were you thinking? You put our pack at risk.” “No, she did,” Bridget points at me. “Running from a forced mating is normal. What you did is almost treason,” Gabe says. Bridget looks down. “Are you banishing me?” Bridget asks. Fran- Just let me kill her. I notice Evander is standing near me. I look to him. He gives me a small smile.

The caption beneath it made things worse. “Clara Harper publicly embarrassed after trying to seduce married billionaire Elias Ward.” Her face darkened immediately. “Who posted this?” she asked. Jeff’s jaw tightened.“That’s your concern right now?” Clara scoffed angrily. “They recorded me without permission!” Jeff laughed bitterly.“Unbelievable.”His voice rose sharply.“What were you even doing there dressed like that?” he asked Clara crossed her arms instantly. “It was for business.” Jeff stared at her then actually laughed coldly, “You expect me to believe that?”

James straightened and adjusted his cufflinks "He loves you. Really loves you. I've never seen him like this. So desperate. So willing to burn his entire legacy for a girl so far beneath him she might as well be underground." "Get. Out." "I'm leaving." He walked to the door and looked back. "But remember this. You're the problem. Every bad thing that's happened since you showed up is because you brought your poverty, your drama, your weakness into his life." He opened the door. "He'll destroy himself for you. That's his plan. To take the fall. Ruin his name. All to save you from consequences you earned. And you'll let him. Because that's what weak people do. They take advantage of the strong

Her hands still clung to Charles' neck as she turned her head to look at them. "Heh... What's wrong with going out on a date with my husband? Why does that make me shameless?" "You've gone too far!" One girl indignantly shouted, "We all know William is already married, and he even has children. But we've never heard that his wife is from China!" "Ah..." Maria helplessly shook her head. "A bunch of fools!" "Maria Swinton, you have no shame yourself, yet you dare to call us fools!? You're truly despicable!"

How dramatic did that sound? Dinner was going really well. Very well, until some blonde dude who was hitting on Brianna had asked a question about a series she was starring in. "I think that character is somewhat difficult to execute because she has a seemingly perfect marriage but is going through her lowest of lows while at it." Brianna explained her experience briefly. "I'm definitely rooting for the wife and I feel so bad for her because she's stuck being married to an egocentric, narcissistic husband who only thinks about himself." My eyes were trained on Damien as I spoke.

“This is outrageous! You all are aware of the kids being allergic to Strawberry. Yet, you always forced them to eat it. Don't any of you have shame? You took everything their mother had. All her inheritance and then dragged her out of this fucking house. When fate smiled at her and blessed her with a good man who is far better than your stupid son, you separated them by death. What wrong have these kids ever done to you? You are those who owe them, yet you are acting as if they owe you. You killed their biological father when they were just kids. Not only that, but you all should be ashamed of yourself. I can stay in a room with rotten people like you! You all smell like rotten shit!!!” Mrs.

“She came to me, darling. Not the other way around. And from what I’ve seen, you’re the one tearing your family apart. I’m merely stepping in to offer solutions.” “Solutions?” I repeated, incredulous. “You mean exploiting my father’s empire and ruining everything he built?” Agatha smirked. “Don’t act so righteous, Bridgette. You’ve been playing your own games, haven’t you? Siding with Thiago, of all people. Do you even know the kind of man he really is?” The mention of Thiago sent a ripple of doubt through me, exacerbated by the cryptic messages I’d been receiving. I glanced at him, searching his face for reassurance, but his expression was unreadable.

He turned back to her. “She has done nothing wrong.” “No,” Lady Beatrice agreed. “But that is not the same as saying she belongs in the center of this family’s crisis.” She is in the center because someone put her there. And if the center consumes her? His jaw tightened. Lady Beatrice stepped closer. “If you care for Miss Hart in any capacity, then understand this: your attention may be more dangerous to her than Nicholas’s cruelty.” The words struck harder than he expected. Lady Beatrice did not soften them. Nicholas can wound her reputation. You can destroy it by wanting her publicly while engaged to another woman.