Dankworth Bridgerton Novels & Stories

I quickly walked toward the garden, heading straight for the stone bridge where I had told the maids I would be. I reached the middle of the bridge, leaning against the railing as I tried to get my breathing back to normal before the maids came looking for me. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm, yanking me around. Cyprian stood over me, his face twisted in anger, his eyes bloodshot as he glared down at my face. "Look at you," Cyprian snarled, his grip bruising through my sleeve. " You really are a shameless slut, aren't you?”

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.

He smiled and held Wynther by the waist and whispered something on her ear which makes her stop dancing and face the man. "Just get lost, Devon!" she gritted and walk away from the party. Devon went after her when I'm supposed to follow her. "I'll handle this, thanks for keeping her company, Miss." I nodded and in a sudden I was left alone. The music change that's why I sway with the rhythm of it when my phone vibrates. I am a little bit dizzy but I can still handle myself. I went to the bar counter and ordered a sangria. After I finished it my phone vibrates again.

She was running out of things to clean. “I checked out Mr. Darcy's story about him,” I said. I pulled out my phone and handed the search results I'd found to Jane. “Holy crap,” she repeated, looking through the images. Everything about Wickham that Mr. Darcy said was true. Searching for George Darcy brought up hundreds of images of him partying and living it up. He'd apparently even flipped a million dollar yacht in Belize. Then came the pictures and articles of him declaring bankruptcy. The pictures went from fun and expensive to sad and poor quicker than I had expected. He had inherited a lot of money.

He asked as if trying to confirm his suspicion as he stared at Ava with eyes full of curiosity. Ava was silent for a while as she rolled her eyes secretly and scoffed. " I'm not Mr. Damon's wife. I'm Ava Brown Dankworth. The newly wedded wife of the chairman. " She introduced with an air of arrogance!

Marjorie Sinclair, wife of Nathan Sinclair, a powerful man with an even bigger shipping company but not bigger than the Blackwells. She was dressed to perfection just as her file stated. She and her husband had come from humble beginnings but you would never know based on how she talked down to people of lower status than her. “Elle…” “I don’t believe we are acquainted enough for you to call me by my first name” I cut her immediately and she frowned, offended at my interruption. “Miss Davenport” she corrected but she struggled to maintain the smile on her face. “We finally meet the mysterious future bride of Theon Blackwell”

Blackwood still felt like someone else’s name. “Ethan Mercer,” he said. “I work closely with Damien. Senior executive.” He said it in a way that suggested senior executive covered quite a lot of ground. “Congratulations on the wedding.” “Thank you,” I said. He and Damien exchanged a brief look that I couldn’t read, one of those looks that meant something had been communicated without any words being used, then Ethan continued down the hallway and Damien continued the tour like the interruption hadn't happened. I filed Ethan Mercer away in my mind. Another face in a house full of people I was going to have to learn.

"It looks remarkably like passion under the right lighting." The charity gala for the Manhattan Children's Hospital was a blur of flashbulbs and forced smiles. The moment they stepped out of the Maybach, Damian’s arm was around her waist, his touch possessive and warm. To the world, he was the protective husband. To Aara, he was the predator making sure his prize didn't bolt.

he repeated, and ordered two drinks from the passing bartender, and didn't say anything else about it. Kate left the hard hat on the bar when they left. It seemed like the right move. --- The second one was the yacht. Seris should have seen it coming. He accepted that in retrospect. The fact that Kate had mentioned, two days before the event, that Darius knew the Calloway family and Bridgerton Holdings had been invited to their anniversary sailing event — the same sailing event where Seris's mother had arranged for him to meet a woman named Francesca who worked in architectural design — should have registered as relevant information.

You are not welcome in this place" I say looking at my former fiancé. "We'll be leaving. Have a good night." Mr. Dankworth says. "I hope I don't have to cross your son again, because this will be the last time I call you to take care of him, because after that, I'm going to do it my way and there will be no saving him from my punishment" Jareth says and the Dankworths leave immediately. It is only when they leave that I sigh in relief. It was the first time I had faced the Dankworths like this and I had won. That was a good sign, wasn't it?