Novel & Cerita Edmund Bridgerton

Next to her stood a man—tall, cold, and completely unreadable. Christopher Zane. The moment our eyes met, I felt a chill run down my spine. He was nothing like I had imagined. I had assumed that any man who remained single at thirty despite his wealth must be either unattractive or unbearably difficult. But Christopher was neither. He was devastatingly handsome, with sharp features, piercing blue eyes, and an air of absolute authority. He carried himself like a man who had never been told no in his life. I felt my throat go dry.

She leaned back in her seat and looked at me quizzically. “Ex-husband, once he agrees to get a divorce,” I corrected her, “but, yes, that’s exactly right.” She shook her head in bewilderment. “I don’t get what he’s trying to do. Doesn’t he see how much simpler it would be for him if you were divorced? Then he could marry… What did you say her name was, again?” “Willa,” I said, “the one and only Willa Worthington.” “Willa Worthington? The actress?” Emma gawked at me.

Roland assessed the lady and nodded in satisfaction, she was a beauty. "Yo man, you got a big fish here to satisfy you." Liam teased. Chris lazily turned his gaze toward the lady standing before him like an obedient lamb. He belched and said, "You look familiar, young lady, have we made out before?" Cara bent her head more and wished for a saving grace.

“It's easy. I want an Hallmark movie type of love, you know? Nothing short of the perfect Cinderella moment. A man that'll come along and sweep me off my feet. Literally. So, until then, it's just me, myself and I.” Hallmark kind of love, huh? Yeah, that was exactly what she deserved. I wondered what kind of man would be able to win her over with those conditions. Brock could. He was unpredictable. The image of him sweeping her off her feet and twirling her around in the air made my blood run cold. No. “Elena!” She looked up and beamed, saying to me as I turned to see who'd called her. “It's him. Mr. Windsor my editor.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I suppose it's time to socialize some m

It was one of those ones he has been giving her since tonight. The man beside him turned and she almost made a loud sound. He was the man from earlier, the angry one under her window. She saw the surprise in his face too but it quickly vanished. The man before her is entirely different from earlier now that she's seeing him in the light. Instead of black that she thought he's putting on earlier, he's wearing a navy blue tux. His face is perfectly sculptured like those men she sees In magazines. "Cassandra, This is Sebastian Spenser, Sebastian, this is Cassandra" Her father introduced.

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "

Zoe walked into ‘the Vogue Vision’ fashion show dressed in a very elegant emerald dress and silver stones around her neck. The shutter sound of the camera was almost deafening but she had her best smile on as always. She wasn’t surprised that a lot of the media wanted to take pictures of her face because not only was she a beauty to behold, she was the daughter of Margery Madrigal and also the wife of Avery Trent.

Myron walked over to Edwiin and said, "Edward David may arrive later. It's 7:30. Will he come?" Edwiin snorted and did not stop walking. His left arm was wrapped around his black suit jacket and his eyes were lowered. His steady aura was very attractive and would make people ignore Myron next to him. Seeing that Edwiin didn't want to answer him, Myron shut up tactfully. He put his hands behind his head and walked into the restaurant, shaking his head. When he saw the etiquette beauty, he smiled happily at her with his amorous eyes. The beauty blushed at his smile, grabbed the edge of the glass door with both hands, and didn't raise her head.

"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."

Charles’ joy bloomed as he gazed into Maria’s eyes, adorned with a captivating smile. He raised his hand. In front of everyone, he pinched her soft, white cheek gently. The smile on his lips widened. “If we lose, you will leave it to my discretion back home!” Despite his harsh words, his actions were gentle. Angel looked at Charles’ affection for ‘Mia’ with jealousy, her eyes turning red. Why was Mia blessed with a wealthy stepfather and the chance to marry Charles, a handsome and wealthy man?