Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

“Yes, darling, I noticed you from afar. You are my mate. Come to me; he is just an old uncle!” Eleanor blinked and raised her brow before asking, “Didn’t you say you're… What is he talking about?” I could not help but roll my eyes. Is it not obvious that he was intentionally making things difficult for me to flirt with her? How can she ask such a question? “Edward, who is this fargot?” I questioned. Edward quickly approached me, bowed, and replied, “Axel Maurice from the Fourth Duke.”

What the hell is wrong with them today? "Here is our son, Edmund," Mrs. Cardinal pointed out. She looked at him and saw that he was already staring at her. But his face was emotionless. But God... he was a gorgeous man. His black hair, his perfect jawline. He was tall. Probably 6'3. Snap out of it, Alena! She told herself. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Edmund Cardinal," she said politely and looked away once she realized she had been staring at him for about two minutes.

"Like we're all blind." "James," their mother hissed. "Hush." "I'm just saying, if you're going to bring your boyfriend to your sister's wedding, maybe don't insult everyone's intelligence by—" "James Alexander Bridgerton, I swear to God—"

With politeness, she served them on the table. Edward didn't take his eyes off Kimberly. He seemed captivated by what he was seeing. "Are you Nicholas's personal secretary?" he asked. Kimberly nodded softly. "Yes, sir, I—" "Just call me Edward. Oh, by the way, my full name is Sebastian Edwardo Martin," he interrupted as he extended his hand for a handshake. "But don't get me wrong; I'm not the Edward Martin from the Twilight Saga movies. When it comes to handsomeness, it's clear that I'm the most handsome," he joked without hesitation.

Edmund had mentioned that they were having an outdoor dinner, so she was certain she wouldn't need to enter the house. Edmund stepped out first. Then, he held her hand and helped her down. He looked almost charming in the way he carried himself. His smooth, tanned skin looked as if it had been bathed in gold. She allowed herself a moment to admire him and to think that this was real, that she was dating the handsome billionaire, Edmund Hamilton, that he loved her and she loved him. It was a short-lived moment. Edmund interrupted her thoughts as they stepped out in the open.

Mr Emerson concluded. "We have enough money dad, you are being sarcastic....it's called selfishness, you are selfish!" Brandon said. This time around, he wasn't yelling. "Call it whatever you want. Don't you think it's time to stop your playboy life? Getting married to Beatrice is like helping you" Mr Emerson stated. "So Beatrice is her name" Brandon said, chuckling. "If you want me to get married, then let me choose my bride!" "Beatrice is the best bride for you, because after marrying her you would gain a lot and her company will be merged with yours"Mr Emerson replied.

She looked slightly annoyed but hid it with a smile. “Meredith this is my fiance, Helena Gwyneth Bancroft of Bancroft Finance.” Edward still hadn’t taken his eyes off of Meredith, which she found creepy and sexy at the same time. She tried to ignore him and looked past him at the blonde next to him.

Edmund said with a flirty smirk. His single statement made Emily shiver with excitement, making her feel all sorts of different emotions. If he would not look that drop-dead gorgeous, Emily must have told him to f*ck off! ‘What is wrong with me? Why my body always betrays me whenever he is near? Forget it, Emily! Focus on Brian! Brian is the love of your damn life! Edmund is….’ Emily couldn’t finish her statement even though she was dying to, she just couldn’t gather enough courage to accept that Edmund is ‘nothing’ to her.

j e a n I was left alone in the manor as everyone is attending Dante's funeral. They had his body cremated and made the people believe that Dante had his last breath due to his illness. None of the witnesses spoke about what truly happened in the Morettis. I don't even feel mournful towards the man who was killed by his own son. He killed Matt every day by not treating him as a son and included me to their messy fiasco for choosing me as his son's bride.

"Her phone is off." Adrian didn't answer. He walked into the bridal suite himself. His eyes scanned the room once. Nothing more. Then they landed on a folded envelope resting beneath the mirror. No one had noticed it. He picked it up. Opened it. Read it. His jaw tightened. Just slightly. It was the first crack in the perfect mask. Eva couldn't help herself. "What does it say?" He folded the letter. "It says she's not coming back." Eva felt the blood drain from her face.