Dankworth Bridgerton Novels & Stories

The same man that put her in a mother way, hence she's been scorned by society. "Davis!" She muttered the name on the screen. He was getting married. Anger and pains surged in her heart. He can't be happy after ruining her life. "No!" Her jaw tightened. She was seething with rage. She stared at the television set mesmerizing the address. She grabbed her handbag on the couch and rushed out of the house. ST THOMAS CATHOLIC CHURCH, BRAETON CITY, KALEB WRIGHT. Expensive cars of different brands kept stopping beside the church and rich personalities kept stepping out of them.

“Congratulations on your marriage, Her Majesty.” Ariana smiled as the two bowed respectfully to congratulate her. “Thank you very much. Lord Luke, Sir Cale,” Ariana replied. But as if remembering something, Ariana immediately continued her sentence again after that. “By the way, is Lady Charlotte okay? She's in her last month of pregnancy now, isn't she?” asked Ariana worriedly. The Lady Charlotte that Ariana mentioned is Luke's wife, who is currently pregnant. The woman was the fourth daughter of a baron who ended up marrying Luke, who is now a Viscount. Perhaps because Charlotte was a great scholar, she had a kind and gentle disposition. Luke's wife always takes good care of Ariana wheneve

Her guts churned in anxiety as she forced herself on her feet. A deafening silence filled the air. She was hesitant. Not sure how she would react or address them. I mean this is one of the big guys that control London. Mr Walter was the first person to speak. He cleared his throat. "Are you the daughter of Abraham Dankworth?" He demanded curtly with a slight wave of the hand. She bowed slightly and mumbled "Yes my Lord." "I beg your pardon?" Came the shrill voice of the elderly woman standing beside him. "Surely you're not daft?" She snapped.

She is up to no good. "I'm sorry, Damien", he apologizes again. I exhale deeply and place my head on the edge of the chair, thinking of what to do. Catherina seems like a smart woman but I want her to know I am smarter. I am sure she is married to dad because of his money. "Catherina is a good woman. Loyal and sweet, I don't regret marrying her, Damien", he says. You won't regret it now until she begins to show her real color, I thought to myself

"I cannot believe that you will be married after two months of me getting married," Lady Rebecca Dragomir, the 8th Duchess of Belikov, was smiling as she was looking at the new Marchioness of Kain, Lady Emily Hassildor. Emily was smiling weakly at her best friend as Becca was smiling happily at Emily's union with Ian. If only she knew what I was bargaining with the marquis, Emily mused before she was looking at her husband who was talking with Becca's husband, Niklaus Dragomir, the 8th Duke of Belikov.

Heart doing something she was actively not acknowledging. "Nathalia Bennett," she said. He didn't give her his name. There was something almost fascinating about that the sheer confidence of a person so certain they didn't need to. She knew who he was. Every single person on this floor knew who he was. The brass plate knew who he was. Damien Cole looked at her for one more second. Something moved across his expression not warmth, not coldness exactly, more like a very fast calculation she wasn't privy to and then he was moving past her, already done with the moment, already somewhere else mentally.

“Mrs. Lancaster, it’s an honor. We’ve prepared several options for the gala.” Her tone was kind, but I caught the curiosity behind her eyes — the same curiosity everyone had. The mysterious woman who’d somehow married New York’s most untouchable billionaire. “Thank you,” I managed, though my voice came out smaller than I wanted. Damien, of course, was unfazed. He gave a curt nod, then took a seat on a velvet chaise near the fitting mirrors, scrolling through his phone again as if this entire production was a routine meeting. I envied his calm.

“Especially since you threw yourself at me the other night…” “I did not!” I gasped as he chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you, Charlotte. I’m Derek Moretti.” He said, and for reasons that are beyond me, I held my hand out to shake his, heat rushing to my cheeks at my awkwardness. I had just started to pull my hand back in embarrassment when his large, warm hand wrapped around it instead. “Charlotte… Valente,” I said, hesitating for only a moment as I said my last name.

Ethan replied, his tone equally controlled. Adrian’s gaze shifted to me. Slowly. Deliberately. “And this must be the fiancée,” he said. I felt the weight of his attention like a spotlight. I forced a small, polite smile. “Ava Bennett,” I said. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “Interesting,” he murmured. Something about the way he said it made my skin prickle. “Congratulations,” he added, though it didn’t sound entirely sincere. “Thank you,” I replied.

She didn't let go of me and I let her be in my arms. Then she tilted her head up. Her eyes met mine, still wet from tears, but calmer now. She looked at me searching for my deeper feelings, and God it feels like she found it just like she has captured my soul. I would be a fool not to read between the lines when a woman looks at me like this. At other times I would turn her down fast, but she is different than the others that I had met. And that's when everything shifted. Jane Dankworth, is not just a billionaire but an heir to the Dankworths' empire.