Romans & histoires Edmund Bridgerton

"My back is in pain." "There is no more space to move around. Why don't you turn around and face on this side," he suggested. Ella follows his suggestion and slowly turns around. Now she is facing him and for the first time, she was able to see his face up close. She just now realizes how perfectly symmetrical Edward's face was. He has bristly eyebrows and well-defined cheekbones. His unfathomable, golden brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his fair complexion. He has this charisma that is very captivating that she couldn't take her eyes off him. Edward was too close to her that she could smell her fresh minty breath and his expensive perfume.

"I cannot believe that you will be married after two months of me getting married," Lady Rebecca Dragomir, the 8th Duchess of Belikov, was smiling as she was looking at the new Marchioness of Kain, Lady Emily Hassildor. Emily was smiling weakly at her best friend as Becca was smiling happily at Emily's union with Ian. If only she knew what I was bargaining with the marquis, Emily mused before she was looking at her husband who was talking with Becca's husband, Niklaus Dragomir, the 8th Duke of Belikov.

Edmund was referring to? From a distance, Edmund walked up to Robert and Irene, who were happy for Axel's sudden arrival. "I knew that you would bring she back, Jo. You've proved what Father said; she'll melt if you keep trying to get close to her." A smile spread across Edmund's lips as he patted Jonathan's shoulder. Now all the servants realized that Amelie was the future wife of the young lord they were welcoming. A smile appeared on the faces of the servants simultaneously.

Her lips curled in distaste as she slipped her hand into the crook of Edmund’s arm. “Edmund, that’s Serena,” she murmured, her voice laced with venom. “Find a way to tank her company.” Edmund, tall and immaculately dressed, was the kind of man who turned heads effortlessly. Though not the official Whitehall heir, he stood close to the throne—should the current heir falter, Edmund would be the first in line to inherit. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of malice flashing within them. The memory of Serena humiliating him in front of that woman was still fresh, the sting of it fueling his irritation.

"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"

Watson, she spotted an Ealdorman walking her way. “Bridgette, how are you?” Ealdorman Saxon asked as he slowly made his way to kiss her hand. A man moved from his ear, she guessed he was whispering her name since he was going blind. “These are my groomsmen, they are to observe me and my work. They are next in line to be Ealdormen, they help me out, from time to time you see. He gestured for one to speak.

“Grayson.” I shrug with an innocent smile. But it just provokes him further. His grip on Bridget tightens and she lets out a small yelp her eyes widening in shock. This time I smile for real. Maybe if he gets carried away and shows more of the monster he is she’ll realize how st*pid this marriage is. But Edward just leans closer and whispers something to her and that does it. she’s all smiles and flushed. So stupid. Edward tugs her away, probably sighting someone that’s more important than his own children.

She was taller than most ladies, and her pale-blonde hair was like a shining beacon beneath the chandeliers. "Lindsey, you continue to disappoint me," a cold voice said from behind him. Edmund spun to face a handsome aristocrat with dark hair and even darker eyes. The man had appeared from a shadowed corner of the ballroom, unseen by the nearby guests. Edmund glanced about, expecting to spot a door or some pathway to explain the man's sudden appearance, but there was no such place from which he could have emerged. It reminded him of just how skilled the man was and that he was not to be trifled with. "Sir Hugo." He bowed his head at the man who had been sending him his orders for the last th

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.