Gregory Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Samantha arched her eyebrows as if in doubt at my words, Where’s bloody Mason? That’s when the bedroom door opened and a male figure walked in. He was a tall, fair-skinned man with an ice-cold stare. He had powerful arms and dark, straight hair. His large beard didn’t hide his chiseled face. His confident stance stopped right in front of me, and his arrogant gaze lingered on my face. “I’m Gregory,” a tone of pride and coldness in his timbre,” the man who bought you and made you my wife.” “Wife?” I jumped to my feet as I felt a sharp pang invade my head. “I don’t remember marrying you.”

Gregory leaned back, stretching one arm across the bench’s backrest, his posture deceptively relaxed. “You remind me of someone,” he said suddenly. “A girl I knew when I was younger. Pretty. Quiet. Everyone underestimated her. But she had a steel spine.” He chuckled softly, a sound that carried no warmth. “She married a man richer than me. But do you know what happened to her?” Evelyn shook her head, pulse quickening. “She broke,” Gregory said simply. “Under the weight of expectation. Under the pressure of being more than she was meant to be. A tragedy.”

“No. That’s the thing. He’s not.” She put the pancake on a plate, grabbed a second pan, and tried again. “And he didn’t kiss me,” she said, voice low. “Lord have mercy,” Mrs. Grace whispered dramatically. “The man might be a saint.” “It was kind of worse,” Aria muttered. “How on earth can not kissing a beautiful woman be worse?” Aria leaned against the counter, palm pressed flat on cold granite. “Because I wanted him to. And he knew it. And he didn’t. He said he wanted to earn it. Who says things like that?”

With a backpack, she walked excitedly to sit next to Maria. "My gosh, the whole way here I heard people talking about a super handsome guy driving a flashy Lamborghini dropping you off at school." Maria replied resignedly, "You already knew?" "So it's really true!?" Sarah couldn't believe her ears. Her eyes lit up for gossip. She grabbed Maria’s arm at once and beamed, "So you aren't being kept by an old man, but in a romantic relationship with a very wealthy second-generation heir?" Very wealthy? Sure, that was Charles.

The Door opened again as the young lady got into the car. "I said No!" Mr. Gregy looked at the daughter. "I'm leaving!" The Secretary drove off not minding the third person in the car. "Dad, Think of it this way. What if he wants something from you? From what I've heard from you, he is a young man. Maybe he is looking for a partner!" Vera leaned on the sit and tried to explained. "No! You can choose to marry anybody but not him" "Why?!" Vera raised her eyes and asked.

"I said, His Highness is free before nine." "Damn you, Abby! I've told you I don't want to meet any lord or duke or whoever with the title." Edvard scowled. He had plenty of noble fathers who wanted to play matchmaker, matchmaking their daughters and him. Like they were selling their daughters. "Lord Silverstone doesn't have any daughter, Your Highness." Said Abigail calmly. Twenty years being Edvard's personal assistant, she knew him inside out. She didn't hesitate to make physical contact, like she did earlier, forcing him back to sit. But she never left the honorific behind whenever she talked to him.

It was really going to be a boring day for me, apart from the fact that I knew my bride to be was a crippled young lady looking for a man to hold down. Only if the company had more funds, then I wouldn't have accepted to marry from the Leo family. My phone suddenly vibrated and it made me wonder who knew my new contact. Vincent had handed over a new phone to me after the old one was destroyed by some lady at the airport. I raised it to my sight but it was an unknown contact. The minute I picked it up, I heard his cruel and heartless voice without care or love. "Once you are done staying at the park and feeling weak, you come back home to the mansion. I have something to show you, Marcello"

Gregory Hale, Damon’s father, came down first. His silver hair was combed back neatly, and his spectacles perched low on the bridge of his nose as he scanned the room over the top of his newspaper. He wore a deep burgundy robe cinched at the waist, casual yet unmistakably expensive, and the faint scent of tobacco trailed him like an afterthought. “Ah,” he said, lowering the newspaper slightly as his eyes met with his son.His voice, a deep baritone still managed to fill the space with ease. “Finally doing the right thing, I see.”

Zoe walked into ‘the Vogue Vision’ fashion show dressed in a very elegant emerald dress and silver stones around her neck. The shutter sound of the camera was almost deafening but she had her best smile on as always. She wasn’t surprised that a lot of the media wanted to take pictures of her face because not only was she a beauty to behold, she was the daughter of Margery Madrigal and also the wife of Avery Trent.

The answer was timid. Gerald tried to hide his interest in the girl. "A replacement bride? Like that?" Mrs. Brooks nodded timidly. "So who is she?" "She's Karenina's older twin." The answer was weak. One fact that Gerald finally found out and that he had already expected. So, all this time, his future wife had twins, but it was never known to the public. And Gerald was sure that there would be other facts that he would know if his assistant succeeded in completing his request.