Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

“You don’t even have a boyfriend! Where did this come from?” I had already planned what to say. “His name is Christopher Zane. We’ve been seeing each other for a while, but he’s been too busy with work to come meet you. He proposed recently, and today we decided to get married.” Emily stared at me like I had just grown a second head. “A while? Anastasia, I’ve never even heard his name before!” I smiled, hoping it looked convincing. “I wanted to keep it private for a while. But he’s a good man, Emily. He treats me well, and I’ll be happy.”

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.

“As if.” “The Damien Hardy?” The audience whispered among themselves. Emily stood there, exposed beneath the lights, clutching the card as the truth settled in. Damien William Hardy. The most eligible bachelor in the country. Billionaire heir. Untouchable. What would a man like that want with a leftover woman?

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.

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.

"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.