Gregory Bridgerton Novels & Stories

I didn't expect that he would hurt me this way just to get back at me. But now that we have a miracle child, I can't let our marriage be ruined. I was tempted by an angel and lured by his charms. But I was able to resist him and I didn't let him take me. Gregory is the only man who can do that. He's acting like this because of a kiss?

I was nothing like that man. I got up, brewed some coffee, and grabbed my laptop. I typed Richard’s name into the search engine, waiting as it loaded. I found a ton of business stuff about him—his awards and accolades. His brilliant career in marketing. But he kept his private life private. There were a few scattered pictures of him attending events with his wife Katy, his boss Graham Gavin, or other coworkers. Some articles about his kids. Grace was a lawyer. Heather a designer. They both worked at ABC Corp—a division of BAM. Richard and Katy had a daughter married to a distant royal in England. A son who was a CFO in Alberta at a company not related to BAM or ABC. The youngest son was a do

He looks fine, but I'm not the one who flirts with you on the spot type of girl. "Hey," he spoke and held his hand out offering a handshake, "I'm Greg," "And I'm not interested, sorry. You can have your drink back by the way," I told him nicely and turned to Hailey again. I heard the man chuckle at my response but I ignored him. "How can you not be interested? You'll be missing out and surely regret it later," He states arrogantly. Okay, what a major turn off. These are the kind of men that annoys me, egotistic.

Rihanna was average height, had straight long silver hair and emerald green eyes, The whole pack stared at her dangerously but she didn't seem to blink or look their way, she was just looking straight forward and only stopped when she was standing face to face with Gregory. "What do you want Rihanna, I am not in the mood today" Gregory lazily said not looking her in the eye "Where is your father" she asked not beating around the bush Gregory hated that word so much 'father' he believes he doesn't have any old man. Maybe he died along with his mom, it was just him and his little sister, heaven. Gregory pushed Becka off him and rose up from the couch to look her in the eye. His gaze was intimi

I tried to fight and escape his grip but his fingers tightened around my bicep even more. “–First of all, let me make one thing clear. I was never into you. I was into Bridget. I have always been into Bridget but not because I liked her.–” I tried to shake him off what you held on even tighter. “–I was never interested in her because I liked her or because I thought she was pretty. I was into her because I wanted her for her money. She might look so good and jolly on the outside, but she's a spoiled little brat with no manners.”

I can feel his eyes boring into my back as I walk away, but I don’t dare look back at him. As I walk through the crowd, I spot Veronica across the room. She’s talking with some man I don’t recognize, but her posture is perfect and her smile radiant, as always. She’s everything I could never be. Confident. Successful. Accomplished. She fits here. I never will. I calm my nerves and take a deep breath. "Leila." The voice stops me. I turn slowly, almost feel extreme reluctance to look at anyone, and there he is. Alexander Hawke. The man I’m about to marry. The billionaire. The stranger.

She could give up marrying for love, but that didn't mean she would be happy playing house with a man like that. As her eyes appraised him, they landed on the brooch on his suit jacket. She frowned a little as she recognised the piece. Wasn't that brooch worth around two million? How could Jacob afford that if he was just a lowly poor man? Jacob noticed the moment Isabelle noticed his brooch and frowned. He looked down at the pricey jewellery and smiled. "Do you like it?" He leaned in, getting closer to her ear. Lowering his voice, he whispered, "It's actually a fake, borrowed it from a friend."

she quickly hurried outside. Obviously, Beverly had assumed that Elizabeth would know Gregory, but Elizabeth had no idea who she was talking about. Minutes later Beverly returned to the house. She was accompanied by a guy in wheelchair. Elizabeth guessed he was Gregory and she wondered whether he was related to Elizabeth. “Greg, this is Elizabeth,” Beverly said. Gregory was a short guy with a bony structure. He wore glasses and a permanent smile seemed to be plastered on his face. He regarded Elizabeth with interest. He had, what it felt like to Elizabeth, a cold stare.

Scene – Greg’s Academy Dorm, Same Time Greg stared at himself in the mirror, trying on a navy blue tuxedo jacket with a subtle satin sheen. Okechukwu leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You going to a gala or proposing?” Greg tossed a tie at him. “Shut up.” “You really like her, huh?” Greg nodded slowly. “I really love her.” Oke clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Then wear the suit, Dalton. Look like the man who survived storms for her.” Scene – Group Chat Tessy: I swear, if one more person suggests a “Bridgerton” theme playlist…

Gregorio stares at his leader for several second before nodded, “I understand.” “And you, Joshua. I believe that this couple will be back again. When the time has come, catch them and bring them here. I'd like to have some conversation with them.” Desmond's voice sound firm and strong. Making him have no intention to disobey his order. Joshua bowed before he left and said, “As you wish, My Lord.” *** “Now, you may kiss the bridge.” Said the priest to Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton. The guest clapped their hand when the newlywed were kissing their spouse with passionately.