Bridgette Tdi の小説・ストーリー

Her clipboard was tucked beneath her arm with militaristic precision, and her platinum hair was pulled back into a no-nonsense bun that screamed authority wrapped in refinement. "Mr. Lewiston," she greeted warmly, her accent crisp and distinctly British, but softened by familiarity. "Welcome home, sir." “Bridgette,” Adam replied smoothly, offering her a small smile. “Still terrifyingly efficient, I see.” Bridgette’s lips twitched into what might have been a smile—if she were capable of such emotion. “Someone has to be, sir.” Then her gaze shifted to me, calm and assessing—not cold, just… observant. She offered a polite smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

[Thiago’s POV] When Bridgette stormed into my office, i saw right through her expression that was colder than I’d ever seen it before. this was not the usual expression I would often see on her normal days and it was giving me the bother. Something isn't right. There was no preamble, no small talk. She didn’t even sit down. “Someone’s been feeding the media information about the pregnancy,” she said, voice steady but brimming with barely contained fury. “And I think it’s time you told me everything you know.”

---- An emerald envelope, with an emerald crest of the Tinsel Progressive Congress logo – TP (The P facing the other way) in an attractive italicized font, passed from one man in black suit’s hand to the hand of another man in black, from one office to another, one building to another, then into the hands of Zeeflora June Karter— Diana McCoy's personal assistant. --- MCCOY CONSTRUCTION COMPANY Diana's POV: A knock came through my office doors, “My Lady?” Zee walked in. I was typing on my computer, that I didn't bother looking up to Zee, “What do you want?” I asked. “This”, Zee brought out an emerald designed envelope from the file she was carrying, holding it up to me, before proceeding to h

She is furious, and can't wait to vent it out on Dave. "The sure is yet to begin but it seems to be more interesting" Bridgette chuckles, enjoying the display of order outside. "Keep your voice down, you don't want her to hear you" Alice warns. Bridgette nods in agreement. Britney finally reached the top floor, she was sweating as though she had just from a marathon. "You dare make me suffer, you will pay" Her tone was promising as she made her way to Dave's office room. As soon as she was standing in front of the building, she pressed on the doorknob and pushed it open without knocking.

Just take care of him, then. ‘I will. He’s safe in my hands. Trust me.’ ‘I wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you, which with your weight problem, isn’t very far.’ ‘You’re only jealous of my tits.’ ‘True. Have fun.’ *** Bridget had hired a chauffeur-driven Daimler for the duration of her stay and it had been decided that they should travel together in it to David Allston’s house.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” I light cheery female voice came from behind me and I whipped my head to see Bridget coming out of the house with Eliot at her heels. My stomach churned and I felt my lunch almost being tossed from my stomach. I thought she said that she was going to be alone. I should have known better. “Enny, you’re back! Wow!” She turned her head to the car and whistled in admiration. “The Cadillac CT5-V Blackwing? Nice. It is one of the cheapest and sleekest cars on the market. It’s just $100,000.”

10:30 𝚙𝚖. *𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛* As Bridgette sped through the rain-drenched streets, her anger burned hot and fierce. The knowledge of her lover's betrayal of her ultimate rival, Natalie Wayne, fueled her fury, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.

I say, using my belly as a table for my fries. Bridget’s bump is as big as mine, but more perfectly rounded. Her height helps, I’m sure. “Spoke to Ki today,” Bridget tells me. “How is TJ?” I ask. “Amazing little guy,” Bridget smiles. “Ki wants to join Westmoreland.” “Wesley is going to accept her, right?” I ask. “He says yes, but Ty seems weary, and Wesley is kinda feeding off of it for some reason,” Bridget leans back and rubs her belly.

from Bridget. I lazily typed back, [Can't even hate. He's got the face, the body, and the skills to back it up.] Ten minutes later, Bridget forwarded me another video. That traitor actually screenshotted our chat and posted it on TikTok. The comments section was a disaster: [Okay but HOW good are we talking? Elaborate.] [Waiting for the ex-girlfriend review!] Then, a familiar username got pushed straight to the top. [So why did you break up?]

Troy hired someone to clean Bridgette’s house today. It was such a mess when Bridgette left for the convention in Japan because she had no time to tidy up. He woke up early today as well to prepare everything at the shop for his fiance's return. Bridgette texted him an hour ago about being disqualified from the selection so he wanted to lighten her mood today by making sure that everything is in place for her arrival. He turned on the television and switched it to an international news channel and made it play in the background. He rolled his sleeves and began mopping the floor while the old lady cleaned the kitchen.