Bridgerton: The Duke And I Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Olivia Reign. Your bride-to-be. You have to come with me to meet her in Reign mansion two days from now.” Duke takes the photo from his father’s hand before speaking. “She looks just like her,” he whispered. Edmond raised an eyebrow as he asked, “Have you met her?” “No,” Duke quickly answered, before turning his gaze outside the tinted window. “But the woman...” The woman is not on the other side of the road anymore. “Woman?”

‘Not necessarily,’ Bridget replied. The Duchess sidled up to Bridget, then ran her hand down the American’s body, digging her fingers into her crotch. She leant forward and kissed her on the mouth. Immediately Bridget embraced her, kissing her back ferociously, turning her head and mashing their mouths together, her hand slipping on to Celeste’s chiffon-covered buttocks. ‘What about me?’ Anna said, pushing herself into Bridget’s back and embracing both women. ‘Are you feeling left out?’ the Duke said, looking from the triad of women to Clare.

He was here and would save her. “I came to find the woman I love and marry her, no matter what anyone thinks.” He threw a glare at the older man. “What is the meaning of this?” An older woman hobbled out of the room. “Who are you, sir, and what makes you think my granddaughter wants to marry you?” Finally remembering his manners, he bowed to the duke and then to Danby’s sister. “My name is Captain Barrington Braxton.” “You are the one responsible for bringing her here on your ship?” the duke asked.

Seeing all of these made her wonder why she had even stayed in that marriage, pathetic. She would need to get a job and save up to be able to afford a better phone, Darling thought to herself as she opened the browser application on her phone and rapidly typed Duke's full name on the search bar and before she could even type his name completely, his face was already popping up with the following words; 'Duke Grant of Grant Entertainments hides his next movie project.' 'Recent Duke Grant's photos by the paparazzis are getting the ladies pregnant.' 'The handsome CEO of Grant Entertainments shows off his workout routine.'

The Duke didn't look back as he made speedy steps to his wife of seventeen years. Xandar and Lucianne made it to the lounge just in time to see Annie in Christian’s embrace as the Duke pecked a sweet kiss on the Duchess’s cheek before muttering an affectionate ‘Hey’ to his wife, looking deeply into her eyes. Her eyes matched his affection as she pecked a kiss on his jaw.

“Your Grace, what a coincidence. Are you here to visit Lord Blackwell as well?” Duke Kensington’s cold gaze swept past Sir Andrew, and Sir Andrew immediately took a step back. He realized he had probably said too much. “I’m here to fetch my wife!” With that, he strode past Sir Andrew. Sir Andrew thought he heard wrong. Wife? Did the Duke actually say ‘wife’? The girls and Lord Benjamin were chatting when they heard a cold voice behind them. “Melissa.” Melissa turned around and what met her eyes were the cold gaze of Duke Kensington.

Duke Soren frowned before glaring at Marcus, “What are you doing? Apologize to the duke and his duchess.” “The duchess of Devon is my sworn sister and my blood relative.” Mira’s lips curled up arrogantly as she faced the Duke Soren, looking him squarely in the eye as she spoke “So, isn’t the marquess of Amberton my brother-in-law?”

"Did you hear her, Mrs Tracey? She thinks that she will marry the Duke? How pathetic!" Tracey joined in the laughter. "You can't hypnotized Williams as you did with my brother. He would never fall for a disgusting and cheap woman like you. You're simply my brother's leftover." Fiona said irritably, "I'm the one the Duke loves. He is my betrothed. So there's no way I'll let you have him." "You certainly don't suit my husband's taste. You have no right to insult me in my own house. Before you say anything, I'll advise you check your status and in whose house you're." Rebecca told her off.

" Duke spat the words, pinning her to the ground with his flashing eyes. She reached for the papers and blinked at him, confused. "I... I have no idea what you are talking about." But then she noticed them. The headlines. The angles. The captions. “Is this a celebrity couple reunion? Starlet Selene and business heir Duke spotted in an intimate moment years after their breakup.” Her stomach dropped. Duke’s jaw clenched as his gaze flicked, just for a second, to the neckline of her robe. The sheer fabric underneath did little to hide her silhouette, and for a brief, heated moment, he forgot the anger simmering in his chest. But only for a second.

He looked… entertained. “I’m Rebecca,” I managed, the words stumbling out in a stutter. “Rebecca Sanders…” I bit my tongue hard enough to taste copper, then corrected myself quickly. “Rebecca Smith.” “Mmhm. Rebecca Smith,” he repeated slowly, as though tasting the name. His voice was smooth, almost musical, with a playful lilt that made my stomach twist in dread. “The ever-famous Alpha Donald’s bride?” “Yes,” I answered, forcing my chin up even though every instinct screamed to look away.