Daphne Bridgerton Novelas e Histórias

~DANE~ My screams echoed through the walls of my room as I clenched my fists tightly, drawing blood. Surprises abounded tonight. Not only did I discover that Daphne had survived and was now posing as Sapphire, but her survival threatened to ruin everything I had meticulously planned. How could she still be alive? They had brought me news of her death, prompting me to mate with Alexa quickly. Now, she was back in the arms of the War Alpha, the man I compete with. He had it all: money, fame, and power. It felt like she was rubbing it in my face, making me question why I had rejected her.

“This is for your good, Maeve, you should block him. You’ll be betrothed to Mr. Smith soon. A billionaire, Maeve! Do you realize what that means for us? We cannot have some stupid boy ruining this arrangement.” “Please Mom, give it back,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm as I reached for the phone. Hudson looked up at him in annoyance. “You all should calm down and stop acting like babies.” Gianna leaned back, her eyes scanning me. “No. I won’t let you mess this up. Mr. Smith is the perfect match, and you—” Her words collided together as a surge of nausea hit me. I clutched tight to the edge of the table, my stomach twisting violently.

Then they brought her in. Daphne Reid. Twenty three years old, worked as a baker in a local bread factory, has an aged mother who needs surgery and a toxic marriage she was clearly trying to escape. I had already done my research. My men had gathered all the details they could find. The pieces fell into place too perfectly. She stood there, uncertain and confused, with her eyes darting around my office as if she were still trying to process why she was here. She looked exactly like Daisy. It was eerie.

Daphnie looked like a dream in her sapphire gown. Daphne was effortlessly beautiful, the kind of girl who didn’t need to try to shine she just did. Her long, golden hair shimmered like sunlight,Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth, always full of energy and unspoken plans. She was bold, outspoken, and unafraid to chase what she wanted, especially when it came to love. Daphne had a natural confidence, the kind that drew people in without effort. She could light up any room with her laughter and charm, and even though we weren’t related by blood, she was more than just my best friend she was my family, my anchor, my sister in every way that mattered.

CLINT “Slowly, slowly,” I whispered, holding Sophie’s hand tightly as I gently brushed her skin. As we walked to my apartment suite, it felt surreal. The same lady I had fantasized about all afternoon was now in my arms. Now and then, I stare at her. I was almost scared she was not real. I first saw her at the dance parade the night before while I was having a business meeting with a colleague. The second my eyes caught her, something shifted inside me.

, she added, “Really?”, Desiree looked hopeful as Daphne nodded her head, “Fine, I want my own Platinum card”, “Except that one, I still do not trust you with money”, Daphne smiled, “You should go to the dinning room, your maid has been waiting on you to eat brunch”, with that, Daphne turned and left the room, her elegant white dress flowing along with her.

This time, I responded in a raised voice, "Mr. Blackburn, whatever transpired between us is a thing of the past. Now, I'm Axel's wife." Then, I pointed at the door and cast William out coldly. "Please leave now. You're not welcomed here." The sight of me looking so cold and aloof made William's expression falter. He snapped, "But you're supposed to be mine!" I merely sneered in return. "Oh, your lover is Elaine, not me." His face now ashen, William seemed to have thought of something, and his attitude suddenly softened. Even his voice grew hoarse. "Daphne, be a good girl and go home with me."

Asher pushed his body forward, his fists resting on the table as his eyes twitched at me. He didn’t bat an eyelid or stutter. “Marry me.” * “You really think you’re something, don’t you?” I had no idea what Daphne was doing at the company or why she had walked right into my office. “I’m not the reason you’re not confident about yourself, Daphne.” I didn’t allow her to break me with her viciousness. “But I’m all ‘that’ and more.” Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she was neatly dressed in the sky-blue halter dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

The real question was, did it miss her? She started toward the entrance. The doors swung open before she could ring the bell. A blonde woman stood in the doorway, looking at her with a forced smile. "Hermione, you're late." Hermione forced a smile of her own. "Good to see you too, Aunt Daphne." Daphne was Tony's mother and her father's elder sister — a widow who had lost her husband to gambling years ago. The wealthy man had squandered all his money, leaving nothing but debt for his wife and son.

Daphne's mouth lies to me constantly, tells me she wants nothing to do with me, that this is only ever going to be about the money, about her brother, and every single time her body proves her a liar within minutes. But underneath all of that, one thing has stayed consistent since the night I pulled her off that club floor. She doesn't run from things that terrify her. She stands in front of them, chin lifted, and dares them to try her. I've watched her do it to her own father. To me. Whatever kept her from this altar today, it wasn't nerves. "It's the first time I've ever seen you show this much patience with anyone." Luca's mouth curves, faint but real. "Standing here, checking your watch,