Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

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."

I took the bath quickly and got ready to visit Zeenat begum first. I chose a green colour dress to wear today. The colour was so beautiful and it was looking pretty on me. "Begum Sahiba" I looked at Nagma who called me suddenly. "Ji," I asked. "You know Ibrahim Sultan is coming today" She was smiling so wide. "Ibrahim Sultan?" I asked. "Yes, Cousin brother of Sultan. You know he is so beautiful and charming. Listening that Sultan got married to Hindu Begum. He is coming to meet you." She said excitedly.

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.

"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.

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.