Bridgerton: The Duke And I Novels & Stories

Duke Simon asked, eyeing intensely the young and seemed to be such a brave Chieftain of the village. Dareon looked at the Duke and confidently replied. “Yes, she is here. She is my wife.” The Duke’s face grew red and his smiling expression suddenly turned to something like a wild beast. With fiery eyes the Duke of Sussex asked, face astounded. “Your wife? She was missing just a few days ago and we have been looking for her since the time that she did not arrive in our Kingdom. She could not be your wife. She is my fiancée.” He reiterated the fiancée's words that made Dareon’s heart, beat in fury.

But then, unconsciously, he began reading it, I WOULD LOVE TO CONGRATULATE YOU, BUT I AM NOT IN SUPPORT OF THIS WEDDING… The Duke frowned, walked towards the dark terrace and leaned out, reading some more. DO NOT GET MARRIED TO THE VISCOUNT'S DAUGHTER, EVEN IF YOU WANT TO. I HAVE MY REASONS. AND IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY… YOU AND I WILL ATTEND HER FUNERAL. BEST WISHES, THE SCOTTISH DAMSEL.

“Let’s get married.” Meanwhile, across town, Ryder was staring at himself in the mirror — and hating every second of it. “Why do these things have to choke you?” he muttered, pulling at his tie. “Because it’s a wedding, not a bar fight,” Duke said, laughing as he adjusted Ryder’s collar. “Now hold still before I call your bride and tell her you’re being dramatic.” Ryder shot him a glare. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Oh, I would.” Duke stepped back, nodding approvingly. “Damn, you clean up good, brother. Didn’t know the devil could wear a suit.”

she says, her voice low and shaky. No. That single sound holds everything. Feeling her in my arms matters more than speech. Proof comes not in words but in closeness. Head tucked near my collarbone, she quiets - just a soft exhale slipping out. Warmth spreads where her breathing meets the fabric of my shirt. This fit, this fullness, almost brings me down. Spinning around, clutching what I value most, I meet the one who built all this pain. Beatrice has backed against the curved stone wall. Her composure is back, a brittle mask. “You don’t understand what you’re interfering with, Duke. This is bigger than your fleeting infatuation. She is a key to - ”

This is based on my imagination. I'm sorry if it contains any grammatical errors. 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑: Elijah Windsor 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑: Angel Romanov

--- Seraphina's POV "Your Highness, more news from the capital." My head housekeeper delivered the report in my sun-drenched seaside villa. "Duke Alistair and his son are dead. They say it was the backlash from a dark ritual." I sat in a white wicker chair, the sea breeze soft on my face. My cheeks were rosy. My body was healthy. It was as if I had never been sick at all. When my heart had stopped, I thought I would go straight to heaven.

Some of the old guard had complained that it had been a slight to choosing either from the Salasian aristocracy or from a royal family in Europe. Apparently, there was a duchess in Luxembourg, ten years my senior, who’d very much wanted me to choose her. I’d declined, mostly because she owned ten Shih Tzus and expected to bring the pack of yappy dogs to the palace. “And do you have any plans for this evening?” This was asked in English from a photographer nearby. He waggled his eyebrows. “You are newlyweds, after all.”

The thick lips that used to be kissed are more enticing. The Duke’s formal dress consisted of a white shirt trimmed to the top and encircled by a cravat, a black vest, and a maroon suit matching his fiancee’s gown. A pin on Carleton’s family crest stuck in his pocket. It’s like Rosetta’s fallen in love again the umpteenth time. “Are you ready, My Lady?” asked Lucas, bending the elbow and letting Rosetta hold his hands around. “Yes, My Lord. Let’s go,“ replied Rosetta. Her smile grew wide.

Gregorio stares at his leader for several second before nodded, “I understand.” “And you, Joshua. I believe that this couple will be back again. When the time has come, catch them and bring them here. I'd like to have some conversation with them.” Desmond's voice sound firm and strong. Making him have no intention to disobey his order. Joshua bowed before he left and said, “As you wish, My Lord.” *** “Now, you may kiss the bridge.” Said the priest to Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton. The guest clapped their hand when the newlywed were kissing their spouse with passionately.

“Ah, Duke Alexander is also here,” Alessandra said as she glanced at the duke who was standing behind her. “The heir of the North Maximillan duchy greets you.” “It is indeed good to see you, Young Duchess,” Alexander said while glancing at Hayden, who was surprised to see them talking casually even though it was the first time the young duchess visited the Terrence duchy. “Is the young duchess here to spend time with her fiancé? If so, then I will gladly leave you two alone.”