Dankworth Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Tried to look like I belonged here. Fake it till you make it. "Damon!" A man in his sixties appeared. Silver hair. Expensive suit. Big smile. "Good to see you, my boy." "Richard." Damon shook his hand. "How's the merger going?" "Excellent. Very smooth. And this must be..." He turned to me. Eyes traveling down, then back up. Assessing. "...your lovely wife. We haven't been properly introduced." "Eve Sterling," Damon said. His hand moved to the small of my back. Possessive. "Eve, this is Richard Grayson. The foundation is his."

she smirked as she placed her hand with the longest artificial nails I have ever seen lightly over her heart. She was a drama queen, but I knew her type already, she was exactly like all the countless number of spoiled rich brats that I have dated, still there was something dangerous about her…. The Anthonys were not known for their kindness. "What are you doing here?" I demanded. She gave me a look like I was out of my mind, meanwhile she was the only one acting crazy here. I glanced at Katherine who had been quiet since we saw Isabel, she had a straight face, showing no emotion whatsoever… I could only imagine what was going through her mind at the moment.

Danny said with a pathetic tone. "I wouldn't let that happen... I promise.... Stay here... I'll get back to you!" Mark said as he walked out, almost hastily. Mark was flabbergasted to find out that the Charity Wakins granddaughter, his betrothed with the mark of the the overlapping in her thighs was no other person than Diana, and not Hannah! It was all Jakes plan! Mark cursed as he walked out. However, he felt pretty excited and good. At least, a valid reason to love Diana has been provided and confirmed.

"I hate to say this but it means that the entire clan of the Bridgertons is going to protect you by all means, Ms. Clarkson." he retorted. "and it might not end well for both of us. So, if you want us to protect you from getting killed by those wolves, cooperate with us before it's gonna be too late." Mr. Bridgerton's statement even worried me the most. I did not completely understand everything he said but I don't want to die either just because I discovered their secrets.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

Skylar crashed on the bed again as she searched for the name of the model on the internet, and continued checking the pictures of her that she had been scrolling through right before Amelia called. She hated to admit that the model in question seemed so perfect in every way, that it was so undisputable if he was truly her girlfriend. Daisy Dallas was a twenty-five-year-old stunning model with gorgeous big green and attractive facial features that were both captivating and enthralling to anyone around her. She had a great body, was one of the top five models in the country, was wealthy, and had a rich Mum, who ran a lingerie brand. She was nothing compared to her. She could never be.

I said, glad my voice was strong and clear. The blonde walks towards me, appraising me from head to toe with a mocking smile. “I see Les didn't keep you informed.” She said, throwing a disdainful glance at him. She turned back to me and stretched her hand forward. “Hi, I'm Taylor Dankworth, heiress to the Dankworth empire and original girlfriend to Alessandro Scavo.” I blinked in surprise and looked at Les who stood and watched me calmly. Did she just say girlfriend?

“Yes, Brent is rather wonderful.” “I suppose you must be proud of your daughter. He’s a fine catch.” “To be honest, I wasn’t keen at all when my daughter told me he’d asked her to marry him, but I’m starting to see how blessed I’ve been to have him come into my life. I mean, what’s not to like? He loves my daughter to bits and he can’t do enough for me.” I gave another false laugh. “He moved me out of my tiny apartment into an absolutely massive house in Mayfair. Then he goes and buys both Eleanor ’s best friend’s houses in Knightsbridge there, so they could be close to Eleanor too. I know he has a reputation as a stone cold businessman, but really he so sweet when you get to know him. I’m s

“Instead, she is rising.” Serene leaned forward, frustration bubbling over. “She’s nothing special. She just gets lucky that people keep protecting her. That’s all.” Beatrice’s gaze sharpened, pinning Serene in place. “And whose fault is that hmmmm? You whine, you scheme in half-measures, but when it matters you fail. You think luck will protect her forever? No, Serene. She’s calculating. Quiet. Dangerous. That girl is building something beneath our noses, and Richard……...Richard of all people……is letting her.”

I opened his photos on my phone, smiling at my son's bright face. 'Mommy will be strong, Nong Time, for you,' I told myself. I tried to adjust to life in this large mansion—a life that seemed luxurious and comfortable, yet was filled with a sense of emptiness and loneliness. I knew this was just the beginning of living under the contract I had to keep for a full year... a year of being a nominal, heartless wife, and of safeguarding the greatest secret of my life.