Dearest Gentle Reader Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Crystal still looked at her target without taking her eyes off, she watched the whole process of the waiter giving it to him, and him receiving it and opening the piece of paper. But before she could meet his eyes, an unwanted person blocked her view. Crystal, slowly looked up at the person that blocked her view and the faint smile that was on her face was nowhere to be found again, "Weren't you supposed to come up to me as soon as you arrived here?" The so-called fiancee of hers walked over as Crystal sighed. "Can you at least move out of my way... You are blocking my view." She glared at him and tried to look over his shoulder but he blocked her yet again.

Henry chuckled. “Your Majesty…” Andrew greeted, deliberately positioning himself next to Lila in such a way that described their relationship. “Allow me to introduce Doctor Lila Phillips.” “Your Majesty.” Lila bowed. At Edvard she threw a friendly smile. “Glad to see tonight, Your Highness.” Edvard didn’t correct her to call him by his name, in fact he found it hard to talk at the moment. He smiled back. A smile of a man who felt the agony of taking a breath.

​She skipped past the images of the roaring blaze, the bright orange flames leaping out of Maison Céleste's glass windows, and stopped on a series of photographs taken early that morning outside Damien's private estate. ​Her hand froze on the control dial. ​The image displayed on the tiny LCD screen was crystal clear. It showed Damien standing on the grand stone steps of his estate, gently wrapping a thick cashmere scarf around Ariana's neck. Ariana was looking up at him, smiling softly, while Damien kissed the tip of her nose with an expression of pure, unadulterated devotion. ​Selene stared at the image. ​A quiet, horrifying squeak escaped her throat, followed by a violent, hysterical gasp

Just close enough that she had to tilt her head to keep his eyes. “You’ve always been mine,” he added, quieter. “Years of watching you choose everyone else didn’t change it. Daniel won’t. The list won’t. You can date every beautiful man in London if you need to. It still won’t change it.” The lift dinged. Top floor.

He gulped nervously as she swayed her body sexily across the room, taking slow steps toward him, with a smile plastered on her innocent face. Her red lingerie accentuated her figure and made it difficult to focus on anything else. He could feel his heart throbbing against his chest. Staring at her alluring body was something he could do all day gleefully. He made to get off the bed and take her in his arms, but she waved her finger disapprovingly, stopping him from doing so.

"Take care of this, and can you send a copy of those articles and magazines to me? I need it for something," "Yes sir, it will arrive shortly," "Good, I am at the penthouse," "I know, the rep will be there in five minutes," Matt said and he hanged up, he went to take his bath and brushed his teeth, if his new wife wanna be crazy he could be crazy too, two can play her stupid game, by the time he was done the magazine arrived, those people sure are mad, how could they leave out all the perfect pictures and pick the one she wasn't smiling? Even though she was smiling, she was still so beautiful.

I stood outside Grandma Fisher’s house for five full minutes before ringing the bell, watching my reflection in the polished brass like it held answers. I looked… composed. Mostly. But my heart thudded like I was about to walk into a courtroom instead of a sunroom. Jasper, the butler, answered with his usual stoicism and ushered me into the conservatory, where the queen herself was holding court among her orchids and afternoon tea. She looked impossibly elegant in a cream silk blouse, sleeves rolled just enough to be casual—but not careless.

But it wasn’t just Sarah’s presence that made my chest tighten—it was the man standing beside her. Cole. He stood tall and composed, his hand resting protectively on Sarah’s lower back. My throat went dry as I watched him, inadequacy washing over me in waves. I turned away, attempting to give her the gift and leave them. "I bought you a gift..." I whispered to Loretta, but my voice was drowned out by Loretta's laughter as she unwrapped Sarah's gift. “You got me the latest edition from the Gomez luxury brand?” Loretta exclaimed, holding up the elegant watch for everyone to admire.

Mystery Bride" the tabloids had been whispering about all day. Damian slipped a possessive arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. Smile, Aara, he whispered through gritted teeth as he nodded to the cameras. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of lilies and the smell of old money. Men in tailored suits and women dripping in jewels turned their heads as they walked by. The whispers followed them like a trail of smoke. Is that her? "I heard she was a commoner." "Look at the way she’s holding onto him. Clearly a gold digger." Aara kept her head high, her nails digging into her palms. She felt like a specimen on display. At the center of the room, seated on a velvet chair

Chapter 19 The article came out on a Tuesday. *Bridgerton Holdings Names Kate Bridgerton CEO in Surprise Appointment* — that was the headline, and Kate took specific issue with the word surprise, which she felt said more about the assumptions of the writer than about the situation itself. She read it over her morning coffee in the office she had quietly occupied for three months, in the chair she had quietly rearranged to face the window, at the desk that still had Darius's name on a small plaque that she kept meaning to move and kept forgetting about because there were more important things.