Gregory Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Why would someone as good looking as him not have any person clinging tightly to him? "Yes, I do," he replied and continued eating. "Why do you ask?" "Nothing really," she replied. "Let's just say I'm curious. I want to know. That's all. May I know her name?" Maxwell smiled. If he should say the name, Celine would definitely recognize the name. He was dating the daughter of a business Mogul. "Brittany," he replied amidst a mouthful of eggs. "Brittany Clifford."

“Nikolai, I heard from Gregory that Adrian spent the entire night out in the cold.” So he did? Interesting. “Do you care?” “Nikolai, kindly make your decision.” “Gabriel wants him as his son in law, I don't have much say regarding that.” I walked gently down the stairs. “I will give the Moretti a call now.” Gregory walked passed me and a picture from the file he was holding fell on the floor. I looked down, only to see that it was Adrian and Franklyn at the engagement party. Gregory picked it up, when he noticed my stare, he asked, “You didn't see this?”

The camera flashes pulled her back to the present. Aria turned slightly, the weight of her diamond ring catching the light as she lifted her hand just enough for the photographers. Her smile was soft, practiced, almost believable. Almost. Beside her, Ethan stood tall and composed, one hand resting lightly at her waist. To anyone watching, they looked perfect. Powerful. Elegant. Untouchable. A billionaire and his bride. A marriage people envied before it even began. But Aria felt it. The distance. Even now.

Brandon was speechless. “That’s not it. I do have your best interest at heart.” He reached out to put out his cigarette in an ashtray. Straightening his body, he said, “Brittany, I’ll introduce a few eligible men to you. Just consider a few from our circle. If none of them catches your eye, I’ll search the whole Hyderland, no… the whole world, until you’re satisfied. How about that?” Brittany gave him a cold look and turned her body. “There’s only one man in this world I’m interested in. That man’s name is Alexander!”

’ Pale, soft, and chubby… My mind conjured an image of a freshly baked Chelsea bun. The golf cart turned a bend on the path. A vast expanse of green opened up before us. In the distance were forests and a lake. Closer by stood two men in athletic wear, deep in conversation. The man in the dark blue top and tan trousers was Colin Bridgerton. Beside him, standing a good half-head taller in pristine white sportswear, was a figure of unmatched elegance. He had the broad shoulders and narrow waist of an athlete, and when he turned his head, the light carved out a profile so handsome it seemed airbrushed.

Mrs Rodrigo chuckled and Annabella hugged her "This house is amazing,baby,isn't this too much?" Annabella asked when she started walking around the mansion "Nothing is too much for you okay? And besides,it's just like a token" Gregor said and Annabella chuckled "I should have expected this when I started dating a bullionaire" She said "Not just a billionaire,Gregor Campbell" Gregor said and Annabella stopped walking She faced him and went on her toes to peck his lips "You're the best boyfriend in the world" She said

except for her. "This is Bridget Dawson... Sebastian ex."

He answered. What? Eloisa Is the daughter of Mr.Damian Sherlock? The wealthiest businessman in the country? I startled when a waitress came and ask for my order. "Just give me one lemonade. Thanks!" I simply said and ready my ears for their next chatting. "So how about your mistress Lucy? When are you going to keep her from your wife?" Gregory said. I felt Kent became silent for five seconds like he's looking for the best answer. I took one sip of lemonade and finally, he replied.

he started, "technically, yes." My chest tightened, a dull ache radiating from my heart. "What do you mean 'technically'?" "I mean that Bridget Lorraine is a constant fixture," Ilya explained, his eyes fixed on the dark liquid in his cup. "She is seen with him at every Gala, every fundraiser, and every high-society ball. There have been dozens of sightings of them out on what the press calls 'dates.' Bridget has made it clear on every social media outlet and to every gossip columnist that she will be marrying into the Vitale family. It’s an open secret."

I mumble a quiet thank you and proceed to take a bite from the eggs. "These are really good," I moan in between bites. Mia grins "I know I did make them after all," she says, causing me to roll my eyes. She was never one to be humble. I guess it was more of a Sinclair thing than a Mia thing. I don't think anyone from that family fully understood humility as a concept, except their mother, of course. Unlike most spouses of the Sinclair household, Avery wasn't born rich. She found a job as a secretary for Xavier's father and fell in love with the brooding CEO of Sinclair's Enterprise. It was a love story as old as time.