Novel & Cerita Dearest Gentle Reader Bridgerton

To her surprise, Aaron smiled genuinely and if not for the fact that she now saw him as the devil who took Francis’ live, she would have considered the smile to be a genuine and very lovely one. “Welcome to my home, Zoe.” He said to her and she shrugged, taking the couch opposite him and crossing her legs in front of her. She needed to be as calm and calculated as she possibly could even though it would be difficult to do so with that look on his face. But she needed to remain very calm. “I love the portrait by the right.” She said, tilting her head to the photo of a naked white woman holding a gun in her hands. “Why?” He asked, particularly surprised that of all portraits, she decided to fa

My fingertips drifted down the sculpted plane of his chest until his breath caught and held. “Tessa-" I leaned close, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “Fill me, Frederick. Now.” ----- BRIDGET “The invitation to Alpha Darius’ party? I-I don’t think I can attend.” My voice faltered as I stared at the elegant envelope trembling in my hand.

I blush and gave them a sheepish smile, not trusting myself to reply. Once we have chosen our shoes and bags, we carefully make our way downstairs in our heels. I reach the empty dining room before the others and notice several boxes of jewelry waiting on the table. Curious, I open each one . The first holds a beautiful diamond tiara. Brandon’s name is on the card, of course with the inscription: For my Queen. My cheeks warm up instantly as I place it gently on my head careful not to mess up the stylists hard work . The second box contains a diamond set from Desmond. His card reads : An exquisite set for the owner of my heart .

This is Bridget . ‘Goldsmith,’ Bridget prompted. ‘Right. Bridget Goldsmith, a visitor from America, and my dear friend Clare Markham.’ The four guests nodded and smiled. ‘This is Virginia Ansel,’ he said, indicating a large divaesque woman in a voluminous blue velvet dress. ‘Her friend Anna Holmes.’ He gestured towards a waif-like girl with long but stringy blonde hair who wore a yellow satin and lace creation that did nothing to hide the fact she was painfully thin. ‘And Philip and Celeste Richardson, the Duke and Duchess of Tidmouth.’

"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"

"Smart girl. Most women throw themselves at me because of who I am and what I can give them but you waited patiently and that tells me you're different from the others." He moved even closer and I could smell his cologne which was expensive and subtle and I had to resist the urge to step back because that would show weakness. "What's your name?" he asked even though I knew he already knew exactly who I was. "Annie," I said. "Annie," he repeated and the way he said my name made my skin crawl. "Tobin's widow. I was sorry to hear about his death." "Thank you," I managed to say while keeping my expression neutral. "It's been difficult."

I could feel her in the house the minute she arrived, or maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, regardless I knew she was somewhere in these walls, my future wife. I sucked in a breath when I heard the Deveraux lady giving Margot and her father a tour of Tencrest. They had stopped outside of my office and behind the closed door, I heard Mr. Astor asking a question about the painting in the hallway. It was a provocative image of a woman offering her neck to a Blackwell ancestor. Perhaps he was looking at that painting and wondering about his own daughter’s future surrender to me.

And even when he was abroad, he still wanted Olima too. Mr Emerson sighed, and the day was Sunday without them going to church. He walked out from their mansion to stand outside on the veranda and stare around their exquisite surroundings and the fountain. Mrs Juliet walked into the guesthouse passage with Mrs Ivory and Bella, and they all walked in elegantly. And Bella remembered the young lady that she had seen, and how beautiful the young lady also looked. She didn't want to go on and start asking about the young lady as she assumed probably the young lady was an unimportant guest. As if the young lady that she had seen earlier was important or had anything to do with Justin. Then possibl

I felt a slight tug to my left, and headed over to the bookshelves in that direction. I did not make it far before I saw a book laying out on a small table, as if it had been placed there especially for me. The leather cover was blank, without a title in sight, but when I opened the book, there was a small dedication on the first page: IN HONOR OF THE GREATEST LOVE THE KINGDOMS HAVE EVER KNOWN Curious, I turned the page. What I saw there nearly made me drop the book in fright. A collection of discoveries by Mila Benson, the 67th Queen of Fresonia

“Elena stepped out to get something a few minutes ago, but she’s meant to be back by now. Please check her office.” I nodded my thanks and pushed Elena’s office door open, my smile melting off my face at the scene in front of me. My darling wife standing by the window, her face inches from Frederick Gossamer, a famous, best-selling, sci-fi author, who was far too fucking handsome for his own good.