Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

He’s just a selfish egocentric man who doesn’t care about anything but his interests. “You’re disgusting. Stop trying to give her a bad reputation just because I’m choosing her over you. Don’t stoop so low.” Her thoughts were interrupted by his deep dark, and menacing voice. “Excuse me?” Camille gasped in disbelief, pretending to be calm, and trying to control the anger in her voice but failed to hide her disappointment. “I can’t believe you think of me as such an insidious woman, even after years of marriage.” Fredrick pointed his finger directly to her face, “I regretted the day I chose to marry you. I know everything now, you are just a gold digger who is after my money. You were given ev

I look elegantly hot. Blowing them a kiss, I got out my room and was surprised to see Edam waiting for me. He bowed as I curtsied, "What brings you here?" shrugging his shoulders, he answered, "Well, Carol says you have to go to the dinner in style," he smirked, winking at me. I look up at him, his hair shone red in the warm light. His blue eyes were accentuated by his long eyelashes. He almost look like a model. I had to stop myself admiring them. “You dress up pretty well. We will really arrive down in style.”

As the door opened, the aroma of mahogany wood and coffee greeted her. The room was spacious and modern, dominated by black and gray tones that imparted a sense of coldness and elegance simultaneously. Large glass walls showcased a glittering cityscape under the night lights. Behind a large, neatly arranged desk, a man sat with a relaxed yet commanding demeanor. Theo Filbert. Hazel had read about him—the youngest CEO in Filbert Corporation's history. A billionaire known for his ruthlessness. An ambitious figure unafraid to destroy anyone in his way.

“Morning, Ian.” The footman helped Eden get into the car, and the aristocrat discreetly studied the young lady’s face as she sat across from him.” “Hello, did you sleep well?” She was pale, had drawn features and dark circles under her eyes. He had never demanded that his omega be as beautiful as a statue or a fashion print, but he wanted her to have at least a little charm. Eden was too tired for that. The image of Freddie Framlingham, so lively and pretty, with her pink cheekbones, fresh complexion and mischievous eyes, came back to his memory. The pure, the so nice Freddie.

You went abroad but failed so miserably that you crawled back to Revaria with your tail between your legs. Edmund's face went chalk-white. He couldn't believe this man had managed to dig up his entire history so easily. "You wasted no time chasing after your first love once you returned. Hera Bishop, right? You heard she'd become CEO of Edge Inc.—young, beautiful, and rich. A perfect target for you to leech off. You moved in with your son and played the parasite, wrecking her marriage and family until she divorced her husband, Sebastian Grimwald. "Tell me. Am I wrong?"

Not if. I felt a hollow ache open up in my chest. Bridget Lorraine had been the top candidate for Damon’s wife since Margot started "shopping" for an alliance when he turned eighteen. She’d lived in France her whole life and visited often, a fixture in the Vitale social circles. In the beginning, Damon had always seemed uninterested, bordering on hostile toward her. But if that was the case... how was she here at midnight? How did she have the house code? How was Damon just standing there?

"Carlisle brings a guest?" "It says so here, My Lord." His eyebrows hitched from excitement. "You do not suppose it is Lady Cossington now, do you?" Edmund shrugged his shoulders. "I would never fathom, Sire." Alexander sighed, his excitement dying a natural death. He wondered why he bothered at all. His manservant was many things; knowledgeable, aware, sometimes fast in thoughts, and a good serving man, but he was incredibly terrible at conversations. Commanding, he said. "Read the note to me."

His eyes turned watery as he muttered. A tear slipped through my eyes as the steel of the dagger touched my skin. It was terrifying but his words were more heartbreaking. "That letter said that you have asked Ibrahim to keep the army ready to depart for Hind. To your knowledge, you have never said that you won't attack Hind. You married me just to plan against my Empire. Then, why shouldn't I have come here to protect my brother? You know, why I married you, you know what matters to me the most. You have always known that my brother and my land is my priority over everything. A girl who was broken, a girl who never stayed without her family, a girl for her everything was a fairytale agreed t

But I’m getting ideas based on how they furrow their brows and shit. “Yes.” One word. No hesitation. A chill crawled down my spine. Now, I’m left wondering if it's really possible for an evil man to have an angelic face like Lord Edmund. He’s the type of guy I’d go with if he offered me poisoned candy as a child. He doesn’t look that bad. But looks can be deceiving, right? Lord Edmund moved further into the hall. He didn’t even bother acknowledging the people who greeted him. He’s just a literal straight face motherfucker. His long dark coat swayed slightly as he walked. His suit looked ridiculously expensive.