Gregory Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"And you'll be the most stunning bride New York has ever seen!" Stunning wasn't exactly how I felt. I felt like a character in a play I hadn't auditioned for – a play with stakes far higher than a bad review. A knock on the door sent a nervous jolt through me. "Come in," I called, bracing myself. It was Ethan, looking every bit the billionaire in a sharp tuxedo that seemed to mold itself to his broad frame. He didn't smile, but his eyes held a flicker of something that warmed me despite the formality of the situation.

I looked at the younger one who already let the cat out of the bag! "You are too loyal to your boss! Such a waste that no one cares about your life. They want you dead!" He bit his lower lip and snatched a quick peek at others. "Four days! And no one even reported you were missing!" I added. "He is a butler!" I nodded, "Good boy, give me names!" "Gregory! That is all we know!" The name didn't ring any bells. I knew every foe in my field but this one was new.

He gets me drooling every time he stares broodingly at Elizabeth. Please, can I ship him from Amazon? "I don't like Caroline Bingley, she's cruel," Kristen complained. "She's just egoistic," I replied, realizing that I have emptied the whole bag of Doritos. "If you have to marry one of those who will it be? Mr. Darcy, Christian Grey, or Will Traynor?" Kristen asked. Christain Grey? "Where did this came from?" I inquired turning to face her. "Just curious," She replied with a shrug and paused the movie. She stared intently at me as if the three guys were waiting outside the door to marry me. They were fictional characters for god sake.

The only thing remarkable in him right now is his last name—a name which he inherited from a long line of wealthy aristocrats who excelled in various aspects. While driving, Gregory thought of the easiest and fastest way to regain their status. He realized that he needs to utilize what resources are available in front of him. He decided to meet with some of his old friends to offer them a deal. One of them agreed and was excited when he heard about Gregory's plan. Six o'clock when Gregory arrived at their mansion with Don Lorenzo Aguilar. A wealthy mining company owner he met a few decades ago. Lorenzo was the one who provided him the diamond he used when he proposed to his late wife.

If he loves me, he wouldn't cheat on me with my best friend. That is the height of it. "You know what? I am done here", the man before me stands up abruptly, dragging the chair back. "Hey", I call back to him before he left. He doesn't look bad. I didn't expect to meet a good-looking man like him to be my groom-to-be but that isn't the problem now. We need to talk. I don't want him to find me attractive which is why I came up with the only thing that came to my head.

he searched his head for words to describe her and when he couldn't, he made it a point to thank Grace, the family designer for the outfit. In all his life, Gregory had never been taken aback by a woman, but Elena undid him. The dress was sinful, he wanted to be bothered by other men lusting after her, but then he thought, "Even better, let them see what's mine and could never be theirs." He strode to the stairs, waited for her to climb down, extended his hand for her to take, and smirked when she did. He placed a kiss inside and at the back of her palm before helping her down.

After that, we went back to our respective rooms to get ready for school. The island also has a school where only selected people are allowed to enroll - rich people. First and second-generation rich kids to be specific as far as my knowledge serves me right. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you our new student, Chloie Clarkson. To those who think she comes from a wealthy family like you, no she isn't. However, she works at the Bridgerton's mansion as the young master's new nanny." says our professor. "So, let's all welcome her with a round of applause."

He spoke with his voice dripping in sarcasm. “I didn’t see anything like that.” There was a tick in his jaw and his muscles clenched in annoyance. “Really? Where is your phone” Iris didn’t like the glee in his eyes but still pulled out the phone from the pocket of her sweatshirt. “Go to the browser and type in your name” He instructed and Iris silently followed his orders. She gasped when numerous articles poured out, all with admiration for Luca Rutherford’s stunning new bride. “Go on, open one and read” Luca urged and Iris obeyed. She read a lot of them until she realized why she had been asked to read them.

I nodded my head because I was starting to see that she's right. "Even the manager was so polite to him. It was as if he'd bend down and lick Andres shoes as long as he told him to...." I said. "From everything you've said, Andres Blackwood is an extremely rich and powerful man! Don't forget to take advantage of this when you get married!"

She held a wine in her hand that kept swinging as though it was going to spill from the glass because she wasn’t holding it properly. Vaughn gently removed her hand and smiled. It was the first time I saw him smile since the party began. I began to realize he must have liked her too. I could not understand how any man would be able to stand a woman who was not courteous and who behaved the way she did. I smiled despite the sinister thoughts that ran through my mind as Charlotte acted as though I wasn’t visible at my wedding. “So much drama…” I thought, unknowing to me that I was audible.