Daphne Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Her father had turned a deaf ear to many of her own pleas. Rising, she sent for her new personal maid, a plain village girl by the name of Wynne. Daphne had promised to find her a husband who would not care about her prominent teeth and facial moles which was why she never gossiped about the fresh marks on parts of the Queen’s body no-one else ever saw, apart from Sigurd. As she laced her corset tightly, Daphne reflected that there would be no need – ever – for that to change, given her terrible experience of a few years ago and what the physician had said.

“Maybe you could ask her for drinks and see where it goes. She's your type. From what Jane told me, I think you two would get along well.” “My type? You mean money hungry?” Mr. Darcy countered. My eyes widened. No one had ever called me money hungry before. “Ouch,” Charles replied, turning to look at his friend. “I didn't get that from her. What's your problem with her?” "She's wearing a designer gown she can't afford and bidding on items just for attention," Mr. Darcy explained. "She's just here to meet a rich husband, so she doesn't have to work her meaningless job. I doubt there's a brain cell in her head that actually functions."

" Clarissa rants. Daphne was in rage. Visible anger ran in her veins. She was more pained at Clarrisa didn't address her as an ordinary person would acknowledge a Princess. "Do you realize that you are talking to the Princess... "And so?" Clarrisa cuts in. "Even a Princess requires correction. And will only be respected if she respects herself. Were you taught this at all? How can't you be shameless? You're already married and you still want your ex around. As what? As your handbag or what exactly? You're very selfish Daphne and you are an oppotunist, a material girl. You don't deserve you in the first instance!"

And when she did step down the stairs in her Alphaly clothes, Liam felt like taking her there. Daphne exuded an air of confidence and authority. She wore a tailored black suit that accentuated her strong and powerful frame. The suit jacket is perfectly fitted, highlighting her broad shoulders and tapered waist. The fabric was of the highest quality, with a subtle sheen that adds a touch of elegance. The crisp white shirt beneath the jacket contrasts sharply, conveying a sense of professionalism and seriousness.

They always made a kind of elaborate allowance for their children, and deposited sums that an investment banker made in a year. "I just did not think for a moment that Alex was the brother Sugar always went on about," Daphne said. "They are pretty close but I wonder why I never got to see even a single picture of Alex," she added as the stylist arranged her dress at the back. All the bridesmaids were all waiting for the stylist to finish up so they could see the final fitting. Daphne was going to be a perfect bride. "The same way Alex did not think for a second that you were his bride," Daniella said as she let the stylist put tape around her bulging belly. They had to find a dress that fit

If my sister and I were known as the famous double ‘D’s from our names, then this girl was the one who tried her hardest to make herself the third ‘D’. Her wavy brown hair framed her beautiful face and highlighted her round hazel eyes. Daphne is famous for her beauty and the long history of her family. Everything about her was welcoming and right and also only ever second to my sister and me. If Diana ranked first and me second, then Dahne would always rank third. The third ‘D’. The pale gold dress that she had on looked beautiful and was undoubtedly expensive. --To be continued…

She’s just as beautiful as her late mother—such a striking resemblance. “What?” Daphne narrowed her eyes, confused and surprised. I forced a smile at her, but she didn’t reciprocate. “Uhm… I mean, I finally met someone so beautiful.” Her lips curled into a delicate, cute smile that could melt any heart, no matter how hard it was. “There’s no need for the flattery, Mr. Owen.” She mumbled in an almost inaudible tone. “It’s Owen, just Owen.” I snapped, and she nodded.

’ Dark mussed, enjoying the tension inside the room. ‘You can’t blame me for fucking your woman. You are always out of the territory, seeking for that goddamn Daphne !’ Darius roared. The grin on my face vanished slowly as he mentioned Daphne ’s name. I grasped the blinds until they almost crushed in my hand, especially when my ear caught Lennon’s response. ‘It’s my fucking duty! Daphne ’s also my mate!’ 'That was impossible!"

Zachary looked up at her innocently and said solemnly, "My housekeepers said you took my daddy away from me. Can you please give my daddy back to me?" Daphne stiffened. The socialites around them couldn't help but glance over, and their eyes were filled with disdain. People like them detested those rising starlets the most. "How shameless!" "She already has Mr. Lane, but she's still seducing other men?" "No wonder Mr. Lane didn't Marry her. A woman like her is only good for fooling around with." Daphne felt utterly humiliated. suppressing her boiling anger, she crouched down and looked straight into Zachary's eyes. "You must be mistaken, little one. I don't know you, and I don't know your fa

An eager smile bursts onto my lips as I finally realize the truth of it, because I’m suddenly so happy for Daphne. Didn’t she say that she had a celebrity crush on Rafe, that she had for awhile? Good for her! Daphne! Lonely Academy seamstress, crushing on the Crown Prince from afar, and now here she is! Living the dream! Daphne glances over at me and does a double-take when she sees my expression. And then she laughs, and blushes a little, realizing what I’ve figured out. Rafe follows the direction of her gaze and frowns at me a little, not getting it.