Bridgerton Problematic Novels & Stories

He smiled at Dominic, hoping to ease the tension between us but Dominic simply stared him down and refused to take his hand. Damien was clearly embarrassed but he simply took back his outstretched hand. “What is this? You’re going around with your male prostitutes so openly now? You have such poor taste in men Bella and you should consider what this could do to the family’s image.” He sneered. I scoffed out loud,

Victoria's POV "He's..." Amanda hesitated. "He's not handling it well, Victoria. He's become obsessed with defending this girl, insisting their relationship was genuine. It's heartbreaking to watch such a brilliant man destroy himself over someone so clearly unsuitable." "Unsuitable how?" "Well, look at her background. Her mother married into money through that alpha, what was his name? Damien Cross. The girl has no breeding, no class, no understanding of how to navigate sophisticated social circles. She's thrown Ronan's entire future away and doesn't even seem to comprehend the magnitude of what she's done."

He didn’t need to know about that. “Why don’t you just propose to Bridget instead? I mean, you’ve known her for years; your families are friends, and you both have always looked good together.” I glared at him. “If Bridget was the last woman on earth, I would gladly give up the position.” He laughed and raised his hands in a mock surrender. “You really hate her that much?” “She’s a leech. The only thing she cares about is money and vain things.” “The great Mrs. Walton would not take kindly to this.”

I reply shrugging like is no big deal. I do feel a little uncomfortable by the comment, but I tell myself I have no reason, it’s not like Leopold and I are a real couple, so whoever he has slept with is none of my business. He and his used expensive sheets can fool around all they want, I have no say in the matter and I should care at all. “Oh, you are too kind, Emma, Maggie is a blabbermouth when she drinks white wine, if her comments make you uncomfortable, let me know immediately and I will stop her,” Bridget offers.

I respond calmly with a shrug, “Nothing’s wrong.” Bridget gives me a look that shows she doesn’t believe that, and I didn’t expect her to either. She’s known me as far back as college. She was there when I got married to Malachi and she experienced the whirlwind of emotions that was me being with him. She always told me to leave him, and I always ran to her when Malachi started mistreating me again after I refused. I know she has questions she wants to ask, but she won’t, not before I've told her what’s wrong, and I feel a slight twinge of shame when I finally give in, “It’s something that happened at the mansion Bridget, it’s nothing serious.” She nods understandingly and smirks, responding

Frankly, it was exactly what the doctor should have prescribed for post-divorce, post-attempted-murder recovery. She popped the cork with a triumphant thwack and poured two dangerously generous glasses. ‘Right,’ she declared, snatching the remote. ‘Let’s commence Operation: Erase Cary Grant.’ I kicked off my shoes and curled up on the sofa, the cool leather a comfort. ‘Is this where we objectify fictional men to restore our faith in the male form?’ ‘It’s the most critical part of the entire healing process,’ she stated, navigating straight to Bridgerton. ‘We need something visually sumptuous and intellectually undemanding. With a severe and deliberate shortage of dry clothing.’

Frank voiced, picking up the whisky bottle and pouring me more of the hard liquid. “But you know that guy Smith you mentioned, he'll make things hard. You see, as long as he's still in Bridget's life, she'll keep rejecting all your advances. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm trying to be negative, but that's just the fact Rick, he's a problem”. Frank spoke, his expression darkened at the name. I took another sip, the whiskey tasting more like regret now. “Problem is an understatement.” I set my glass down with a sharp *clink*. “He’s playing house with my family. And Bridget’s listening to him like he’s got all the answers.”

"I hate to say this but it means that the entire clan of the Bridgertons is going to protect you by all means, Ms. Clarkson." he retorted. "and it might not end well for both of us. So, if you want us to protect you from getting killed by those wolves, cooperate with us before it's gonna be too late." Mr. Bridgerton's statement even worried me the most. I did not completely understand everything he said but I don't want to die either just because I discovered their secrets.

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.

Chapter 6 The Bridgerton family home was, by any reasonable measure, one of the quieter residences in the city's affluent north quarter. It had thick walls, sensible insulation, and neighbors who had long since learned to interpret unusual sounds from the property as simply "something the Bridgerton children were doing" and leave it at that. This had served the family well through six boisterous sons and one daughter who had, at various points in her life, decided to learn the violin, take up competitive fencing, and once—memorably—attempt to breed racing pigeons in the attic.