Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"I said, His Highness is free before nine." "Damn you, Abby! I've told you I don't want to meet any lord or duke or whoever with the title." Edvard scowled. He had plenty of noble fathers who wanted to play matchmaker, matchmaking their daughters and him. Like they were selling their daughters. "Lord Silverstone doesn't have any daughter, Your Highness." Said Abigail calmly. Twenty years being Edvard's personal assistant, she knew him inside out. She didn't hesitate to make physical contact, like she did earlier, forcing him back to sit. But she never left the honorific behind whenever she talked to him.

I said, trying to keep my emotions in check, preventing him from noticing the heat on my cheeks. He moved closer, flipping the chair to face me directly. His gaze locked onto my face, and he noticed the redness creeping up my neck. "Is Mrs. Gordon having fun right now?" he asked teasingly. I tried to look away, but he gently pulled my face back to his. His hand rested on my chin, scrutinizing every detail of my expression. I wore a white shirt with a few buttons undone, exposing my delicate neck. I could see the hunger in his eyes—a hunger that had nothing to do with food.

Jimmy said to Susan. She laughed. “She’s going to be a famous writer. She’d better have some opinions on literature.” “Fine,” Kimia glared at me. “Jane Austin. She had some great leads.” I ticked off the male leads on my fingers. “Darcy was an asshole to Elizabeth, Bingly let himself be talked away from Jane, Wickham is just a bastard, Wentworth treated Anne like shit because she refused him as a teenager, Edmund Bertram was obsessed with the pretty new girl and forgot about Fanny, Ferras fell in love with Elanore when he was engaged to someone else, Brandon was still hung up on his dead ex, and let’s face it. Nobody cares about Northanger Abbey.”

This made me secretly smile, knowing that I’d successfully pissed the shit out of her. “It seems like I’m going to have to get to know your friends better,” Edmund answered. He even stroked my cheek, almost making me shiver in disgust. What the freak? This wasn’t the man I knew. The Edmund Grant I married was an indifferent human being who saw me solely as a gold-digger, a desperate wife, a pretentious clown. Most importantly, he detested physical contact. Who was this clone, and where did he hide that cheating prick? Or was this one also his minion?

he uttered which made me feel more uncomfortable at the moment. Randolph once told me earlier that they can find someone so easily by our scents no matter where we hide. And now, Mr. Bridgerton confessed to me a new ability. Truth be told, I am not interested in what they can and cannot do. It is the least of my worries right now. All I want is to get the hell out of the island to continue my old life no matter how hard it is. "But your heartbeats did not go up or go down. They were steady. You did not stutter either. I could not sense any sweat coming out of your body." he added. "So it means that you are telling me the truth."

"You know what? I feel almost overjoyed. That man was not my father and I am elated that he is dead. The only reason I am not completely happy is because my brother will end up as Emperor and you will have to be his Empress." "Nezetta..." Nezetta scoffed and smacked her palm against her forehead as she began to pace the length of her chambers. Suddenly, she spun and walked back to meet Nerina, moving closer till there was only a hair's breadth between them and Nerina had to compel herself to not cringe.

Kate waited patiently for Harry's return from France. His consistent letters filled with many pending promises never made Kate doubt his love for her. She didn't mind the years that passed her by and eventually becoming a spinster. Soon the letters stopped coming, Harry also stopped replying to any of Kate's letters and it looked like he'd totally vanished from the face of the earth. Until one fateful day, news about Harry's death reached the household and all of Kate's dreams and aspirations were also dead that very day. Now passed the age of receiving young and eligible suitors, Kate became a lonely wallflower residing in a corner of the Monterrey mansion, receiving everyone's pity and

’ Pale, soft, and chubby… My mind conjured an image of a freshly baked Chelsea bun. The golf cart turned a bend on the path. A vast expanse of green opened up before us. In the distance were forests and a lake. Closer by stood two men in athletic wear, deep in conversation. The man in the dark blue top and tan trousers was Colin Bridgerton. Beside him, standing a good half-head taller in pristine white sportswear, was a figure of unmatched elegance. He had the broad shoulders and narrow waist of an athlete, and when he turned his head, the light carved out a profile so handsome it seemed airbrushed.

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.

Ethan replied, his tone equally controlled. Adrian’s gaze shifted to me. Slowly. Deliberately. “And this must be the fiancée,” he said. I felt the weight of his attention like a spotlight. I forced a small, polite smile. “Ava Bennett,” I said. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “Interesting,” he murmured. Something about the way he said it made my skin prickle. “Congratulations,” he added, though it didn’t sound entirely sincere. “Thank you,” I replied.