Bridgerton: The Duke And I Novels & Stories

The fact that whoever Sophia married would wake up to see her beautiful face beside him every morning… Not that Emily wasn’t breathtakingly beautiful too. "How does your sister feel about the marriage? Does she need me to—" "Hold your horses, Superman. If you stop this marriage, you might actually turn into my enemy." "You seem to like this man already," Alex said, jealousy burning in his throat. He didn’t even know what to say. "He’s not bad, but we want something from him—something you can’t give—so play it cool for now. Trust me, I’ll help you get her back later."

added Veronica. "She must be a beautiful woman inside and outside," Rose responded receiving Veronica's agreement and a smile. But her words quickly turned bitter as she added, "I couldn't express the amount of hatred I have against the Duke. He was an absolute disappointment as a human. The Duke had a messy life and he had been the cause to Dominic's mother's death." Rose's green eyes widened, confusion filled her at once. She heard from the maid that the Duke was deeply in love with his wife, contradicting to what Veronica had said.

‘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.

A voice said, jolting me out of my thoughts and I twirled around to find Duke gazing down at me with amused eyes. "Huh?" I asked, not knowing what to say. To say I was lacking what to reply to him would be a very big lie from me, I was rather struck by how handsome he looked. He was putting on a beige color shirt that rolled up to his elbows, his eyebrows were shaved as if he was a girl. His black long pants looked extremely good on him and judging from the look of it, it must be worth millions. His shirt had two buttons undone and muscles flexed under his shirt. He looked like some Greek god and at that moment I knew I couldn't be more proud of him. "Done ogling me?" He said, his lips twitc

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years l

His reaction was far too extreme. "Uh, I mean…" Robert quickly forced a smile. "How strange. Selene loves the Duke so much, after all." But Vivian's sharp gaze made him visibly uncomfortable. Vivian crossed her legs, her face etched with a triumphant glow. "Perhaps Selene has finally realized… that the Duke and I are inseparable. She finally knows her place." Dorothy clapped her hands together. "Splendid! That means your path is finally clear." "But the Duke refused to discuss it," Vivian added casually. "He only said Selene was talking nonsense because of her miscarriage."

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

Francis Braxton opened the main doors to the ballroom and announced in his best butlers voice. "My Lords, ladies and gentlemen, please be upstanding for his grace the Duke of Shettleham and her grace the Duchess of Shettleham." As Jasper and Ellie went to their places at the table, Gracie nudged Gabriel, who she had opted to sit next to "Why is Francis calling Aunt Ellie Grace? That's my name. Gabriel spent the next ten minutes explaining the terms of the nobility to Gracie.

Then she sighed and looked back at the other nobles. "The eleventh Duke stated in the will that I shall be married in order to be a legitimate successor, is that correct?" she repeated. Everyone looked at one another before confirming it with a nod of their heads. "Indeed, Your Grace," Lord Albert said. "That is what it's said." And just like that, Violet Wintour said something that even her secretary couldn't have predicted. "Then so be it." ~*~

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.