Gregory Bridgerton Novels & Stories

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.

As we enter the first floor and the living room, I see Sebastian waiting alone. He lifts his head from his phone, and I watch his eyes light up as he looks me over. God, how am I supposed to keep him at arm’s length when he does shit like this? He opens his mouth to speak, but my mom walks in at that moment, followed closely by Gregory. The couple looks flawless, and I can even tell my mother is glowing. “My beautiful bride,” Gregory voices to my mom. “Madelyn, you’re breathtaking.” He leans in and kisses my mother tenderly.

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.

The main hall is filling up with layered gowns, crisp attires, and exotic perfumes that mix into something heavy and dizzying. I stand near the grand staircase, watching them arrive one after the other. I should feel used to it by now, but something about tonight makes my chest tighten. Maybe it’s the music playing softly from the royal orchestra. Maybe it’s the soft glances thrown my way. Or maybe it’s just him. Gregory stands at the top of the staircase, dressed in navy and silver, his military uniform looking regal and handsome. Like a storybook prince. And although he’s here tonight for Anna, I see how his gaze finds me too often.

Roland assessed the lady and nodded in satisfaction, she was a beauty. "Yo man, you got a big fish here to satisfy you." Liam teased. Chris lazily turned his gaze toward the lady standing before him like an obedient lamb. He belched and said, "You look familiar, young lady, have we made out before?" Cara bent her head more and wished for a saving grace.

"I wanted to tell you about this in a better way, but it seems circumstances didn't allow it." Growing quiet, Atlas fixes his gaze on his son while he holds me protectively against him. "I understand that this is quite a bit to take in, but…" "No fucking way," Gregory growls, his eyes flashing with rage. "She's old enough to be your daughter! Do you know how bad this is for your image?" His image… Why was that the thing that rich people fell back on? Shouldn't their character and work ethic be what determine their image? "Is this the reason you ruined your engagement with Francine?" Gregory continues. "So that you could be with her?"

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.

"Kael... you shouldn't be here. They'll call the police. Eleanor…” "Forget them," he interrupted, his voice urgent but softer now. He brushed a limp strand of hair from my forehead, his touch far gentler than the initial pull. "I didn't come empty-handed. This is bigger than their games, Sarah. A huge contract came through my studio yesterday. A big businessman in the city, Victor Harrington, the real estate mogul behind those waterfront towers, needs an interior designer for his new flagship property. A luxury penthouse complex, full custom work. Textures, lighting, art integration, the whole vision. He's seen your old portfolios, the ones from our collaborative shows before your marriage.

Christian looked at me from head to toe and I just smiled him "Hey Gregory! Long time no see" Matt hugged the guy briefly and I felt my body burning with Christian's stare. The Gregory guy looked at me and I smiled to him "Mine introducing Christian?" I turned to Christian smirking and he looked at me with a cold eyes "I'm Gregory" The guy introduced himself "Nice to meet you Gregory, I'm Taylor" "He's one of the owners of Oxford and Cambridge University" Matt said and I turned to him "Wow that's cool"

Why is he going along with this pretentious wedding? This is a real wedding, right? A real wedding. A real marriage. To a stranger? No, not a total stranger. Her groom is Cayden Ellish. Cayden Ellish, her mind shouted! She did not recognize him right away because he only had a few photos in circulation. And those few constitute his graduation pics from an Ivy League School.