Daphne Bridgerton Novels & Stories

The swell of her breasts strained subtly against the fabric, firm and full, making it far too easy to imagine how they’d feel filling my hands again—warm, yielding, perfect. Her lips parted slightly when she saw me looking, pink gloss catching the light. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then she finally said, “Alexander, my sister Daphne is here today and would like to greet you.” I shifted my gaze lazily to the woman beside her. Daphne—typical Morgan features, though her posture was all nerves and forced smiles. She stepped forward, bowing slightly. “There’s something I need your help with,” Daphne said, her voice rehearsed but trembling underneath. “Would you mind stepping aside for a mo

"So you're just gonna keep stringing him along?" She took a slow sip, laughed. "Marriage? Please. I'm still young. Spending forever with him? Total waste." "I think you're pushing it." Daphne didn't flinch. She leaned into that guy and whispered in his ear, "Ryan, you didn't hear a thing, got it? Let's actually have some fun tonight." Watching from the doorway, my head spun. My chest felt like it was getting crushed. The bitterness? It nearly choked me.

To know He threw the door open. And there she was. Daphne Hathaway. The girl he’d mocked. The girl he’d watched. The girl who haunted more of his thoughts than he’d ever admit. By the time Maddox yanked open his own door, she was there — Daphne — wide-eyed, breathless, and glowing like some kind of cursed angel in a black shimmering dress. She looked like temptation. She turned to run. “Wait—” he choked, but her heels were already clicking furiously against the marble.

“You’re erasing my name.” Daphne finally met his eyes fully. “No,” she said softly. “I’m correcting a mistake.” The room went dead silent. Vincent looked humiliated. Destroyed. And for the first time— Daphne felt nothing watching him fall apart. No grief. No hesitation. Nothing. The realization unsettled her more than she expected. Then the doors burst open. Reporters flooded the hallway outside security barriers. Questions turned vicious immediately. “Miss Harper, did your relationship with Brian Adrian begin before your marriage collapsed?”

she continues. "And now?" I say. "Now I know who I'm talking to." She holds my gaze. "Daphne Vega. Who is — " She pauses, and I can see her searching for the precise word, the one that will hold the complexity of what she has learned. "Considerably more complicated than Isabelle Renaud. And who kissed me in the kitchen three weeks ago and has been pretending it didn't happen."

—DAPHNE: Bad decisions never looked dangerous in the beginning, they arrived quietly, wrapped in temptation, disguised as something harmless. Yet deep inside, they spread like poison, slowly consuming everything they touched. That was exactly how I felt sitting across from Julian now. The elegant Italian restaurant glowed warmly around us, filled with soft music and candlelight, but none of it reached me. My attention remained fixed on the message Elian had sent earlier. “Alpha Bellamy convinced Sir Julian to become betrothed to you.”

She completely ignored Nathan's desperate cries for her to stay. She needed to find me immediately and give me a real, heartfelt apology. It was fine. After all, I loved her so much. I loved her enough to alter the entire course of my life and give up going abroad. She was certain that she could win me back. Comforted by her own logic, Daphne calmed down a little. The moment she reached the campus gates, she ran into a student council member who was handling the sign-out sheet for the hiking drill. She snatched the clipboard to look for my name. It was signed, but it wasn't my handwriting.

her voice squeaked. “Yes. I’m sure I could arrange that. Daphne is living near the border of Brighton now. She’s the companion to a wealthy widow, Lady Estelle Winterbourne.” Emmie lifted her gaze and met her grandmother’s eyes. “Is your daughter...married?” The old woman’s face fell in sadness. “Not any longer. She was married once with a child, but the ship that carried her husband and daughter was attacked by pirates, killing all on board.” What? Emmie’s heart stumbled in rhythm as her mind came to a screeching halt. This couldn’t be right. Georgia had just explained the same way Emmie was told Daphne had died. What was going on?

Richard joined. “And I suppose you are the new companion” lady Mayfair said turning her attention to Ann. “My lady, Miss Ann Liverbert at your service your grace” Ann bowed. “Oh no need for that, I have never been a tiny bit comfortable with such pleasantries, and besides you look my age, you can call me Daphne” she smiled swinging her hand as she spoke. “That is when we are with family” she added. “As you wish your.... Daphne” Ann quickly corrected.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”