Daphne Bridgerton Novels & Stories

A festival of silken gowns, jewels, styled hair, and perfume crowded around him. As a Fairfax, he was seen as a highly eligible match by every twittering mother. A year earlier he would have flirted up a storm with some of these uncommonly pretty women. Lady Daphne herself, a delicate strawberry-blonde waif with misty grey eyes, had made a beeline for him upon arriving. She had blatantly devoured his handsome features as he saw her mother nodding to her friend in excited recognition. They danced several intimate waltzes and chatted merrily but Oliver’s heart was not in it.

Like how he had to agree. When he first saw her through the blinds earlier he thought she was one of the guests, but seeing her at closer range, he knew she's just a kid with a heavy responsibility to carry out. But this girl before him appeared strong, she wasn't even shedding tears. His sister, Isabella who was married off to the Davis Family cried till the day she was taken away and ever since he only sees her on important occasions only. Like tonight. He studied the figure before him, short, petite with a cute face. The green dress fitted her perfectly. He's sure she isn't even aware of how gorgeous she looks because she didn't appear to care. Her face shows how uncomfortable she is to b

At this time, Charlotte’s phone rang, and she said, “Excuse me.” As she went to take the call, Elizabeth’s fake smile faded, and a disgusted expression took its place. “You are not marrying this girl!” She hated everything about Charlotte. From her job to her peasant family to her clothes and mannerisms! This girl looked so wild and not elegant at all. They were rich people with noble backgrounds. How could they accept this woman? The society would laugh at them! She looked at Daphney was the perfect daughter-in-law, her maiden family’s heritage is connected with a royal family as the latter’s mother was the daughter of a prince. Although Daphney had no title, she still was considered blue-b

He replied, giving her his sexy charming smile. "Me too" "Cool, I will like us to go somewhere more private?" He asked, not bothering to hide the fact that he was already checking out her full breast as he moved a little closer to her. Daphne had wore the red short gown her father gave to her on her 19th birthday, although she had not change much except her breast that has gotten large with her hip slightly wide, she decided to wear it to the bar.

She walked over to a glass wall, which looked over the city, folded her hands on her chest, and sighed deeply. "What's wrong with you?" Elliot asked "Nothing," she replied, adding with a raised brow, "Do I look like something is wrong with me?" "Yes, you do. You've been in a mood since you came in; did something happen?" Elliot asked. Daphne turned to the wall and placed her left hand on her waist as she brushed her hair with the right hand. "It's the SPARK designer," Daphne said at last. "What's wrong with the designer?" Elliot asked.

“Being with her would only keep reminding me about Daphne.” Brad scratched the back of his neck. “Actually, I don't think that you should be worried about being reminded of your ex through her sister. I just learned that you are going to be running into her more often than you would like.” “What do you mean?” I queried with a frown. My best friend plopped down on the seat nearest to me. “Just before I got to this room, I overheard a servant complaining about how rude Daphne is to another servant. When I listened further, I realized that she had moved into the Palace as the fiancee of the Alpha heir.”

The golden chandeliers cast their warm glow over the assembled nobility, creating the illusion of a perfect world-a world of wealth, refinement, and carefully crafted masks. At the center of it all stood Lady Victoria Windsor, Duchess of Sussex, adorned in an emerald silk gown that clung to her slender waist before cascading to the floor in shimmering waves. Diamonds sparkled at her neck and ears, but it was her sharp hazel eyes and confident smile that held the true power. She was untouchable, unshakable-at least on the surface. Beside her, Lady Catherine Markham, her dearest friend and confidante, sipped from a glass of champagne, her sapphire gown scandalously low-cut. Her auburn hair glo

“Did something else happen to Daphne that night?” The room was chilly but my temperature was unmistakably high. “The same amount of information you have about Daphne’s death is all I know, Kian. Gavin told me something spectacular about Daphne yesterday,” he replied. My heart instantly lit up, “What did he find?” “Gavin found out on paper that she is Eric Han’s daughter the founder of Gex-Luxury Brand. However, Debby is only his adopted daughter and all of this happened six years ago!”

CATALINA After ending the call, the young lady gave me one last disdainfully glance before she walked past me and sat on the couch. The crowd seemed more excited by the new developments this drama had taken, and I hated it. The sales assistant managed to get up on her feet and readjusted her clothes. When she was done, she immediately walked up to me. “I'm so thankful for what you did, Ma'am,” she bowed with a tear-stained face. “But I don't think we can risk offending this woman. She's one of the most influential women in Paris, Daphne Carrington.”

That she belonged to someone else? “Where’s your dress? Let me see,” Britta asked, scanning the room. She found the red gown and held it up. “Wow! This is gorgeous! You’ll be the star of the evening.” Daphne gave a small, polite smile. She didn’t want to be the star. She wanted to disappear. Fredrik stepped forward, eyes gleaming. “Thank you so much, Britta. I think my wife can handle the rest.” Daphne’s gaze snapped to him. “Wife?” He didn’t even flinch.