Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

James Fitzwilliam is here to take me to bed and take my honour. His emerald eyes are Edmunds guarantee nobody will question any heir such a vile act may produce.

Doris was incomparably frustrated as this was the cruelest and most crucial choice she had ever faced in her twenty-something years of life. *** Meanwhile, Edmund sat in his Rolls Royce and simply drove away from Silverwing Hospital. Edmund’s full name was Edmund Whittaker. He was an American whose family was a famous real estate developer in the United States. He had been Doris’ collegemate in earlier years and had always taken a fancy to her, but because he had still been under the watchful eye of his family at that time, he hadn’t dared to take the plunge and pursue a woman of Oskian descent.

he said. “What do you mean you can’t do this?” She asked “This union. The whole arrangement” he stated. “It seems wrong.” Victoria’s flawlessly formed eyebrows raised. “Wrong?” she inquired. “You’re telling me it’s wrong that you’re engaged to a woman from a respectable family?” “Yes,” he said firmly. “Bridget is not who you believe her to be.” Victoria sighed. “And who specifically do you think she is Carson?” She asked “She is a woman who spends her nights in clubs, who drinks excessively and who doesn’t care about anything serious.” He said.

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This is Bridget . ‘Goldsmith,’ Bridget prompted. ‘Right. Bridget Goldsmith, a visitor from America, and my dear friend Clare Markham.’ The four guests nodded and smiled. ‘This is Virginia Ansel,’ he said, indicating a large divaesque woman in a voluminous blue velvet dress. ‘Her friend Anna Holmes.’ He gestured towards a waif-like girl with long but stringy blonde hair who wore a yellow satin and lace creation that did nothing to hide the fact she was painfully thin. ‘And Philip and Celeste Richardson, the Duke and Duchess of Tidmouth.’

"Aren't you afraid I'll hate you for this?" Valerie did not care. "Doesn't matter. All I want is the title of Mrs. Sutton–and the money. "Everything else means nothing." Jordan froze. Ever since he met her, she had always seemed gentle, sweet, and kind. Now he understood. That had all been an act. This was who she really was. A wave of disgust rose in him. The thought of marrying her next month was unbearable. He turned and walked straight out of the bedroom. He was going to bring Naomi back.

Ethan demanded, his finger tightening on the trigger. "My name is Lady Victoria," the woman said, stopping ten feet away. "I am an emissary for the House of Sterling-Monarch." Ethan’s blood turned to ice. The House of Sterling-Monarch. It wasn't a syndicate. It wasn't a cartel. It was the hidden royal bloodline that had quietly funded Julian Blackwood’s Consortium for a century. They were the apex predators of the European elite. The untouchables.

Then another voice echoed across the mansion. “So this is the woman grandfather forced you to marry?” Ariana slowly looked up. A beautiful woman wearing a red designer dress stood near the staircase with crossed arms. Her sharp eyes scanned Ariana from head to toe mockingly. Damien sighed softly. “Vanessa.” Vanessa Monteverde. Damien’s younger sister. Unlike Damien, Vanessa openly showed her disgust. “Oh my God.” Vanessa laughed lightly. “She looks poorer than I expected.” Ariana felt embarrassed instantly. Damien’s expression remained emotionless.

He was handsome, no doubt about that, not to mention he was super wealthy too, ever since Natalie 's told her about the engagement she had googled him to at least know more about the person her sister was long to spend forever with if she was the materialistic type she would have been impressed, but unfortunately she wants, her parents were wealthy people too, although not as wealthy as Rafael, but still wealthy, and wealth wasn't much of a pull to her if, for nothing, she won't mind being from an average loving family where both parents will be around to watch her grow, instead of the absent parents she grew up with. Back to Rafael, the only admirable thing she found out about him aside fro

It is also a turn-off for me as well, no matter how good-looking they are. This is probably the reason why I fell in love with Fred. I love men who don't control women. Men who listen to women. Men who aren't arrogant or egoistic. Fred was the type of man. He gives me a listening ear and he is down to earth. I toast some bread for us while I hear the shower running and quickly make sunny side up and some coffee too. Serving the food on two plates, I place the coffee on the tray and walk briskly with it to the dining area.