Novel & Cerita Dankworth Bridgerton

the voice demanded, whispering thanks to the DJ before dramatically dropping the mic. All eyes turned in that direction. It was Tessa. Obviously a bit drunk. She had emerged from nowhere, her eyes burning with fury. She stepped forward into the light as she carefully made her way to them with a bottle in hand, her voice challenging as she addressed Natalia directly. “Tell me Bitch, does your wife know about your little escapades sneaking into my space to get some dick to fill your bottomless pit? About how you sneak around with husbands of different people in this gathering, all in the name of being a fitness coach or whatever lies you cook up to get these men to fuck you?”

"He lives with a deadly face that burnt away and numerous mistresses! He is an impotent man! A walking death that kills for no reason and tortures women to bring out his anger for not having the ability! Papa, how can you send your only daughter to marry a lethal creature like him!? Moreover, you know I want to marry Snyder! Papa do something!" Chloe heard all of it, standing at one corner in the distance. She is Anastasia's personal maid and is bound to follow her everywhere. "But sir, this is the only option we have!" Damien spoke hurriedly. He is desperate to get the higher position in the noble community he has been offered. He can't lose this chance because of this man's unnecessary dot

"Yes, Mother. An automobile of the kind only the imperial family possesses." "Good heavens… that is undeniable proof of how precious you are to the Duke." Dorothy was almost moved to tears of pride. Vivian smirked. "The evidence is clear. Whatever I want, he provides. He treats me so differently compared to that lowly wife of his." Dorothy patted her daughter's hand. "Your father will be thrilled to hear this." "Where is Father?" "Right here." A deep voice echoed through the hall. Robert Moreau entered with a steady, composed stride.

" Why can't I? I can do as much as I want, after all, I am the young Ms Milton and no one dares stop me" "I can, and I am stopping you" Dave mutters. Daisy lets out a chuckle and stares at him from head to toe. "As who? " She demands. "As your husband and the young Master," he said. Daisy laughs even more, "Exactly, my dutiful husband who is the heir to Milton's wealth and prosperity" She snorts "I wish you never had the same name as him... You don't look like your name, " she pouts and leans against the glass window.

Heath glanced at him, "However, what?" "The Whitmore family's eldest daughter's fiancé, Dominic Ashcroft, the CEO of Abyss Group, seems to have his own power, but it's very well-hidden and difficult to investigate," Kieran revealed. He and Eamon had discovered during their investigation that among many talented young men, Isabella’s father specifically chose Dominic Ashcroft as his future son-in-law. Since Dominic's engagement to Isabella Whitmore, the Whitmores's business had been thriving, even seeing some competitors voluntarily withdraw from contention, with Dominic playing no small part in this success.

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal

A dangerous smile spread slowly across my lips, because suddenly everything became clear. Dorothy Mattson. Of course. That woman had been planning around children long before Scarlett disappeared. Protecting wealth. Protecting legacy. Protecting the Mattson empire. If Scarlett saw this document now? If she believed Adrian and his mother had secretly discussed unborn children, inheritance rights, and legal protections before the divorce? It would destroy her, especially now. Especially when she was finally starting to soften toward him again. Doubt was a poisonous substance in relationships built on broken trust, and Scarlett already had trust issues with Adrian.

His arm wrapped around my waist protectively. “Sit down, babe. I got this,” he whispered. I nodded silently, sinking back onto the bed. “How may we help you?” he asked Charlotte with a frown already forming on his face. She winked at him — actually winked — like I wasn’t sitting right there, like she still had some claim over him. But Adrian didn’t even blink. He stared at her with such coldness that I almost smiled. “Uhmm,” she began, biting her lower lip, “I’m looking for my necklace.”

Elara was keenly aware of the wedding ring on her finger, a symbol of the vow she had recently taken. As they neared his mansion, the reality of her new life began to sink in. She was now Mrs. Damian Blackwood, the billionaire’s reluctant bride, tied to him in a marriage of convenience that neither of them truly wanted. But as much as she resented the circumstances that had brought them to this point, she couldn’t ignore the growing curiosity about the man she had just married.

Tessa is not worth all this drama. "What?!” "Yes, and she is a conniving bitch. She slept with Damien." I announce, breathing heavily and coughing slightly. When I raise my head, I see their eyes bulge out in shock and I begin to laugh sarcastically. ****