Dankworth Bridgerton Novels & Stories

She is the pampered princess of a reputed family, while Nina is the ignored daughter of a not so rich family. "How dare you? Do you know who I am? I am Chelsea Dankworth, the eldest lady of the Dankworth family and the future wife of Theodore Morrison. And what about you? You are just a nobody whom no one recognise as anything but trash" Chelsea insulted Nina. Her voice loud enough to attract attention of everyone around. Nina smiled sarcastically.

The high-ceilinged entrance hall and round-arched windows, the gorgeous crystal chandelier, and the exquisite finely carved fireplace all demonstrated a romantic and solemn temperament. Isabella walked along and sighed in amazement. Although the Watson family, a second-rate family in New York, was rich, it was nothing compared to the real wealthy families. "From now on, you will live here. This is Eason, the butler, and Jenna, the maid." "Good day, Mrs. Parker!"

she explained further. “So, he is a millionaire?” “Yeah, he is, and he is very nice, not cold and arrogant like other rich guys I've seen, he was sweet to everyone, including the waiters and waitresses.” A good way to remind me that Damian was cold and arrogant. She continued speaking, she explained every detail of the date, even the kiss they had. I listened to her. We've always listened to one another since we were younger, we never kept secrets. Guilt crept into my heart. Here she was telling me everything about her date, but I couldn't tell her what I did behind her back.

Caden chuckled and walked out of the kitchen. "Damn you Caden," Emily gritted her teeths. _ {KINGSTON'S MANSION} Beatrice looked at her bruised arm and back through the mirror in her bedroom, a sad expression clawed her face. A loud sigh escaped her lips. Anthony isn't back yet and she knows he won't be coming back home tonight either. She was glad he was going to stay the hell away from her but the risk of him getting caught with whosoever he was fuçking drowned her.

"Don't say anything else. I'm sending Jennifer Hayworth she's my partner and one of the best defense attorneys in the state. Don't answer any more questions until she arrives. Understand?" "Yes." "Emma." His voice softened. "Whatever they're showing you, whatever they're telling you...it's not the full story. Victoria is orchestrating this. Don't let them manipulate you into turning on Alexander." "How do I know Alexander isn't the one manipulating me?" Silence. Then, "Because I've known him for fifteen years, and I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. The man is in love with you, Emma. Whatever else is happening, that's real."

“Plan? What are you—” “You see,” Charlotte continued, voice low and deliberate, “I was Damian’s girlfriend before you ever stepped into his life. We shared moments, dreams… and then he discarded me. Told me to get rid of the child I carried. I lost… everything because of him, Vivian. Because of his cold decisions, his lack of responsibility. I lost my womb. My chance at life I had imagined with him. And now, he has you—he has what should have been mine. So I am taking it back, through you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Wolfe.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Call me Richard. We’re family now.” By dusk, the hall had dimmed to candlelight. The music softened, and people began to drift toward champagne and final dances. I slipped out onto the terrace, needing air. The city stretched below like a glittering snare. My dress rustled in the wind as I stood alone, breathing in the distance. And then—I saw him. The man from the bridal salon. Standing across the street, half-shrouded in shadow beneath a streetlamp. A camera around his neck. Baseball cap low. I moved before I could think. I hit the elevator button, hard. My heels were in my hands by the time I reached the lobby. I pushed past the do

She seemed pleased with my immediate compliance because she grinned, tucking a strand of stubborn hair behind my ear. “Do you know him?” I finally mustered the courage to ask. “The man to whom I'll be betrothed to, I mean. I heard Valeria and Anna talking about how the Russos are ruthless and… I don't know… what is he like? What does he look like?” I hoped he wasn't a beast. I'd read the Beauty and the Beast and let me tell you, it was only romantic on paper. No one actually wanted a beast. I know I didn't.

“This is my fiancée, Lila Moreno. Lila , this is Caroline Vance. She is the chairperson of the Andrew House charity.” “Nice to meet you.” I shook the other woman’s perfectly manicured hand, and held back the questions that were forming in my mind. Jake had never mentioned that he had a charity, but his fiancée would certainly know all about it. Well, a real fiancée would at any rate. I was clueless. “Nice to meet you too.” Caroline smiled warmly. “I didn’t think I would live to see the day when Jake would settle down. He is always preferred life in the fast lane.” She shot Jake a teasing look. “I guess you are merging into the carpool lane, huh?”

"She really wants to help us out, David." "I'm sorry, I can't even wrap my mind around it," David said. "Why doesn't the Duchess pick a man and be done with it? A man can play the role too, and it would make more sense." "Dad," Clare spoke up. "I think you haven't heard about her yet. Well, I don't know much about her either, but rumor has it that Violet Wintour is quite a notorious lady charmer." "Oh, perfect," David said, dropping his fist on the table in disbelief.