Gregory Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Alex looked surprised but adjusted quickly so that Margaret wouldn't figure out something was wrong. "Yes. Robert and his family will be here too. It'll be a great chance for everyone to catch up." Margaret ignored his protests "Okay, Grandma. We'll come this weekend." Alex couldn't help but smile at his grandma's excitement This is trouble for Alex. The fiancee Margaret was referring to was Sophie who is now his Ex. He wondered how he would bring a woman home when he was single. Now that Alex would be introducing his fiancee to all his family, he knows that he has less than a week to find himself a wife. Either real or fake.

She leaned back in her seat and looked at me quizzically. “Ex-husband, once he agrees to get a divorce,” I corrected her, “but, yes, that’s exactly right.” She shook her head in bewilderment. “I don’t get what he’s trying to do. Doesn’t he see how much simpler it would be for him if you were divorced? Then he could marry… What did you say her name was, again?” “Willa,” I said, “the one and only Willa Worthington.” “Willa Worthington? The actress?” Emma gawked at me.

"Sebastian this is Beatrice, my girlfriend, my wife actually. Beatrice this is Sebastian, we're getting married" Beatrice was a tall ginger haired lady. She had piercings on her nose, all over her ear and right above her eye brows. The girl looked confused. "You haven't told her yet, have you?",I asked. "Told me what? you're breaking up with me?", she asked tensed. "No, I was gonna tell you sooner but, it's just been awkward to bring it up ". "What is that?". "This is Sebastian Greenwood, soon to be owner of Greenwood's Automobile ", I waved at her and took a seat.

I needed to ask. "Tell me your secret, how did you know about this party?" I asked. Emily laughed it off. She rolled her eyes at me and said in an excited tone. "So you remember this guy I told you about? Turns out he is the son of a multimillionaire CEO, anyways, his father is friends with the organizer of the masquerade party." Emily ranted. I nodded my head slowly, I was not surprised. Emily had a thing of changing men every new week. She never exactly saw the idea of settling down for marriage as a big thing, neither did I.

her eyes scan my body in a degrading manner. To be honest she's really pretty and I can understand why she's angry. No one will be happy to see the person they love get married to another all of a sudden. And that person being me, she isn't even wrong. I am not even close to being in this setting, they are wealthy people and from all I know Gregory is a freaking billionaire so we aren't even supposed to meet. If not for this whole situation he wouldn't even leave a girl like her. She has a beautiful body and a pretty face. She seems like a really intelligent woman. She has every right to be mad. I messed things up for them.

Charlotte told me confidently. “How do you know?” I asked in reply. Charlotte gushed as she answered my question. “Boss is a billionaire!” she cried. “Let’s leave his money apart and talk about his physique. He is tall, heavily built, cute, and handsome. Let’s leave his physique and his behaviour. He is kind, jovial, and caring. He has all the traits you will need in a good husband. For someone like me, I won’t agree that we start a relationship.”

"You try to steal my man, and all you can think of are those tarts?" Bridget taunted. She was so full of rage she did not analyze the situation appropriately. She turned to Allen and said, "Were you meeting her here too? In front of my father?" Bridget shifted her attention to the older man and revealed, "Father, this woman is seducing Allen! She is on the cruise ship - our cruise ship!" Returning her gaze to Shantelle, she declared, "I should have you thrown overboard from the cruise ship! Do you know who you are messing with? My father owns the cruise ship! I am Bridget Grant, an heiress to the Caribbean Sales!"

"They confuse emotion with strength. Your mother did it." My gaze moved to his face, I said nothing. "Now you're doing it." The elevator arrived and several people stepped out. Gregory moved past them into the motion, his hand settling against the railing inside. The doors began to slide closed. "You have the same problem Beatrice had," he said, and my eyes narrowed at him. "You can't be happy with the man you actually want." His expression did not change. "And distracted people rarely keep power for very long." Gregory pressed the private elevator button again despite the fact it was already lit, then he looked at me before he stepped in then closed.

"Did you need something, Chloe? Or are you just here to pollute the air conditioning?" Chloe’s jaw tightened. "I want that dress." She turned to Henri, pulling out a sleek black titanium card. "Whatever she’s paying for it, I’ll double it. Box it up for me." Henri turned pale, wringing his hands. "Miss Sterling, I apologize, but this gown is custom-made for Madame Frost. It is one of a kind. I cannot simply" "I said, I’ll double it!" Chloe snapped, her voice raising to an ugly pitch. "Do you know who my fiancé is? I can have this entire boutique shut down by tomorrow morning!"

Came my composure reply, refusing to be coerced by her presence. She sneered calmly and took off her glasses and put on a sham smile. "Do you think Sebastian likes you, believe me, he's cringy with everyone that has a good Virgina between their legs. And if he does like you, what makes you think he's going to stick around once he knows your dirty and shameful past," I felt my eyes darken at the mention of my past and my stomach churning. "You know nothing about me," She laughed and got closer, a cunning smirk on her lips and a deceiving glint in her dark eyes. "Believe me, I know enough to know you are repulsing and is not right for my son, he deserves someone better, not a whore,"