Gregory Bridgerton Novels & Stories

“He’s late for his own party. Maybe the king’s making him talk to advisors again or something.” Her stomach clenched. The heat in her chest twitched like something alive. The music changed. The rhythm slowed, deepening into something heavy and low. The hall seemed to inhale. Lanternlight flared, just for a second, bright enough to make Elora squint. Then he was there. Gregory stepped out from a side corridor near the platform as if the darkness itself had opened to let him through. His black formal jacket fit him like it had been tailored by the gods, silver trim gleaming. His hair was neatly tied back. His posture relaxed. His presence anything but.

Gregory shrugged. "No, there was definitely a boyfriend. She looked the part. Poor her, It's possible she ran into her colleague and decided to tag along. A girl's dress and makeup can't just go to waste." She said, loosening her hair clip. "So tell me, did you enjoy Beatrice's company, do you like her? She's a very lovely person." "She's okay," Gregory replied. "Okay? Just okay. Come on..., give me something." "She's okay, really. The only problem is that I'm not ready for a relationship yet, Baby."

"Like we're all blind." "James," their mother hissed. "Hush." "I'm just saying, if you're going to bring your boyfriend to your sister's wedding, maybe don't insult everyone's intelligence by—" "James Alexander Bridgerton, I swear to God—"

She could still feel him from earlier, still feel the way he’d groaned her name against her neck in his office, blinds shut, the glass cool against her palms. Elena leaned forward. “So, Bridget, any boyfriends keeping you busy outside work?” Patrick chuckled. “She’s single. Finally free of that Jake kid. Good riddance.” Bridget’s stomach twisted. Alexander’s foot tightened on her ankle possessively. “No one special,” she said quietly. Elena’s smile sharpened. “Smart. Focus on your career. Men can be… distracting.” Alexander’s voice cut in, “Some distractions are worth it.” The table went quiet for a beat.

Pouting her lips, she said " my Lord, you are not following the script, the prince was supposed to carry his bride to the car." "..." Tony could feel Xavier's glare piecing through the back of his head. His boss had asked him to play along, but was he also supposed to carry her? Caught up in a dilemma, Tony could only play silently " madam, let's not play, please, let's go home." ' please don't do this to me, I'm still very young to die hmm.' " Wrong! " She said all of a sudden, making him blink rapidly in confusion. "What happened " he asked, surprised.

"I don't want this' ' Her voice was a little shaky and her heart almost rattled out of her chest. She realised how weak she was against him. Her hands won't stop trembling and her breath won't cease to come in rapid gasps. He could easily destroy her. She is fragile and small. But she is sure he wouldn't do that as he needs her for an heir. That's the purpose of the marriage anyway. Sebastian turned slowly making a slow step as he walked to where she was standing. She could see the fury and frustration in his eyes. He didn't want to get married to her as much as she didn't want him to. From the disgust scowl on his face she can only deduce one thing. The man standing before her right now and

Julian was the second-best actor in the room, but she didn’t want him as the second-biggest part. She wanted Nicholas. Honest, steadfast Nicholas, who was so straightforward, he didn’t know how to lie well enough to act his way out of a wet paper bag. “My eyes don’t deceive me,” Bridget said, coming closer to him. She was a true professional. If she was in a scene with a bad actor, she just needed to act well enough for the both of them. “Oh, my love, I am so glad you are here. Tell me. Do you bring good news of our engagement?”

Gabriella said. “Yeah, Gregory gave me the details even though he wasn’t supposed to. Lucky for him, I’m good at keeping secrets. It’s amazing, though; the lady you accidentally spilled wine on the first day you met was actually your mother, and the one who claimed to be was actually a criminal,” Chritine said. “Yeah, how is your relationship with Gregory so far?” Gabriella asked. “Well, he’s been really busy, but he makes sure we have dinner together every evening. He’s such a caring and charming guy. He’s going to finish up some work he’s currently carrying out for the alpha, and then we’ll start preparing for our wedding,” Christine said.

Looking at Gregory, one wouldn't know that he had gotten married or even had a child. He was fair in complexion and looked so handsome. The only thing that didn't suit him was the kind of job he was doing. He wasn't this fresh before but as he started making money from the drug business, he began to take care of himself. The young lady admired him so much that Gregory had to stop looking at her. He was becoming more uncomfortable but he liked what he was seeing. The lady was well-curved and that was what Gregory liked most. He just wished that when he got the lady finally to himself, George wouldn't surface from anywhere because that was what he was good at. It has been a while since Gregory

As the door opened, the aroma of mahogany wood and coffee greeted her. The room was spacious and modern, dominated by black and gray tones that imparted a sense of coldness and elegance simultaneously. Large glass walls showcased a glittering cityscape under the night lights. Behind a large, neatly arranged desk, a man sat with a relaxed yet commanding demeanor. Theo Filbert. Hazel had read about him—the youngest CEO in Filbert Corporation's history. A billionaire known for his ruthlessness. An ambitious figure unafraid to destroy anyone in his way.