Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

she said, “it’s not forever by force. If I want out one day—” “You’re free,” Dante said instantly. “Always.” She studied him. Then, slowly, deliberately, she reached for the pen on the counter. “Okay,” she said. His breath caught. “I’ll be your secret bride.” Dante’s control cracked—just for a second. He crossed the distance and pulled her into his arms, not desperate, not possessive—protective. Certain. He pressed his forehead to hers. “One day,” he murmured, “the world will know your name.”

"It’s nice to meet you, Aunt Elizabeth." Before she could respond, a man in his fifties, tall and broad-shouldered, stepped up beside her. His face was a mirror of my father’s, the same sharp jawline, the same eyes. "I’m Jacob," he said, extending his hand with a warm smile. "Edward’s younger brother. It’s good to finally meet you, Victoria." I shook his hand firmly, feeling the weight of this moment. "It’s nice to meet you too."

“It’s indeed impressive, but since it’s Mr. Witterson’s event, this level of extravagance is to be expected.” Darcy had interacted with Edmund a few times and knew his character. She knew that he was not showing off. This was just his everyday lifestyle. “How much money do you think Mr. Witterson makes every year? He’s so extravagant!” “Mr. Witterson has branches all over Westeros and is involved in almost every industry. His assets are countless. He has more than a dozen hilltop villas like this one.” Darcy knew a bit about Edmund, but what she knew was only the tip of the iceberg.

“Do you like anyone? We spent a lot of time to come up with this list. don’t put our hopes down.” “Hmm…” Ella looked at the last candidate again. Daniel Edmond. The heir of Edmond Corp. He is the only immediate member of the Edmond family after the death of his grandfather. He is very discreet about his relationship status but rumors have it that he was once married, but he divorced his wife a few months after the wedding. He has not been seen with any woman since the death of his grandfather. He is 5’10 feet tall, and his net worth is one billion US dollars.

This man is a teller and even his aura kept everyone miles away from him. Even the bride noticed this and she immediately left her uncle's arms and walked to him. Grabbing his hand, she asked with a trembling voice... " Who are you ? I have seen Master Nelson and you are nothing like him. " For a second, a hint of surprise came over him but it quickly disappeared without any trace, leaving his cold look and emotionless face.... He stared blankly at the little hand holding his down to the owner. He said with a nonchalant voice ", you must be my bride ? " It came like a question but at the same time, he stated the fact.

Emily took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart as she stood outside the wedding chapel. She had imagined this moment a million times, but never quite like this. She was about to marry a man she barely knew, a man who was over double her age and a billionaire businessman named Alexander Pierce. The door to the chapel opened, and a woman in a white gown emerged, followed by a man who was clearly her groom. Emily stepped forward, taking her place at the back of the line. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

Of all the people he had thought about, the person holding his hand was the last person he had thought about, and what was more surprising was that he hadn't seen the person since he arrived, so how come he was there just at the right time to stop him from hitting Amelia? "Mr. Richard, what are you trying to do? Don't tell me that you were just trying to hit my wife." The man, who was no other person than Edward, asked Richard with a cold tone while still holding his hand. All the onlookers, on hearing Edward say that Amelia was his wife, gasped in shock, including Jane, as they all knew that Edward, who was known as the cold-hearted devil, had never for once in his whole life shown interest

Edmund was a man that possessed a seductive animal magnetism beneath his monstrously expensive clothes, and she would have become his bride if only he would have wanted HER. But not like that. He was not after her, but after his own fortune that supposedly will be passed on to her. ‘I am completely losing my mind to even consider his proposal, obviously.’ Edmund was beyond annoyed at himself. ‘Useless. It’s fucking useless to try getting some work done. Even after taking that long cold shower, my brain made it infernally challenging to carry out the tasks I had intended to finish!’ This flight was a vicious circle from the very beginning.

He was here and would save her. “I came to find the woman I love and marry her, no matter what anyone thinks.” He threw a glare at the older man. “What is the meaning of this?” An older woman hobbled out of the room. “Who are you, sir, and what makes you think my granddaughter wants to marry you?” Finally remembering his manners, he bowed to the duke and then to Danby’s sister. “My name is Captain Barrington Braxton.” “You are the one responsible for bringing her here on your ship?” the duke asked.

Edmund fried in anger. Daisy laughed sarcastically, “Huh appreciate you? Which part of you should I respect you? You have nothing and are unable to please me.” “Daisy! You are my wife!” Edmund insisted, but Daisy laughed again. “You’re my husband? What kind of husband? You have nothing to be proud of. You can’t provide for me. Can you see the clothes I’m wearing? This is a gift from Mr Peyton. This is the latest work by a renowned designer. What about you yourself? Can you give me this?” Damian, who couldn’t hold back his laughter, covered his lips and allowed Daisy to continue her sentence.