Gregory Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"I can’t believe you invited him," I whispered to Ethan, my voice barely audible over the roar of the party. The lavish ballroom, with its shimmering chandeliers and gleaming marble floors, felt too cold, too perfect. The laughter of the guests seemed distant, disconnected. I kept my gaze fixed on the man who stood just across the room, a glass of champagne in his hand. Richard Calloway. Ethan's jaw tightened as he followed my stare. "You should be honored," he said, his tone low, controlled. "Calloway is one of the most powerful men in the city."

She raised her hand to knock but paused a while listening to the loud conversation from inside. “Is Sean here yet?” “No, lady Sophie.” The young lady whined and screamed frustrated, “Make my hair again, I'm sure he's coming.” The young lady, Sophie, is the daughter of Minister Logan, a powerful and influential figure. Sophie is deeply infatuated with Sean and believes he is the perfect match for her. She is determined to make him hers, regardless of his feelings. “I will dress so beautiful that he won't be able to take his eyes off me.” She muttered to herself, her smile wide and bright.

“We need to talk. Now.” Yet, Thiago barely moved, his gaze slowly turning to me with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Ah…Wifey, you’re here,” he drawled, as if I had just walked into our living room and not a potential disaster. He turned back to Jacob, raising his glass in a mock toast. “Oh, Jacob, meet my lovely wifey, Bridgette. She’s a damn hot and pretty woman, isn’t she? And I’m the fuckin’ luckiest man alive to have married her. Don’t you think?”

“You don’t know anything about me.” “You’re Ariana De Leon. Twenty-six. Owner of Adore Events. Formerly under contract with Miguel Santos’ firm before you broke off and started your own company. Your mother is a retired teacher, and your father left when you were seven. You hate gin, allergic to strawberries, and your dream is to have a studio near the beach.” I stared. “I do my research,” he said simply. “Especially when I see something I want.” Something you want. The way he said it wasn’t flirtatious. It wasn’t romantic.

Memories flickered across his mind - Dripping sophistication and charm, Greg was fully dressed in a black tuxedo. He abhorred social gatherings because most of the time he would have to make small talk with people who didn't know him, people who had their hidden agenda. He enjoyed being backstage running his businesses and growing his empire but today was different. Miley made all the difference, Greg was having all the feelings including butterflies flying around in his tummy. Having spent a whole month in Paris with Miley Whitherspoon, Greg was smitten.

I can’t wait to tell her about it! I shake my head and push him away slightly. Gregory definitely has a playboy aura about him, but ever since he met me, he hasn’t even looked at a single she-wolf. I was glad he was honest with me from the beginning about his previous horny dog ways. At first, I felt deflated in thinking the moon goddess mated me with a man-whore, but he promised he would continue to prove to me that he will never stray. Gregory’s dressed in a pair of gray dress slacks and a black long-sleeved button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up three-quarters of the way. His sandy blonde hair falls around his face in beach blown waves. But gosh, his beautiful blue eyes are absolute

"The head of security mentioned he stepped out to take a call. You know how the Kingston board is, even on their wedding day. The merger documents for the Shanghai expansion were finalized this morning. He’s likely just securing his legacy before he officially begins his life with you." Sophia nodded, forcing herself to believe the narrative. She had spent the last year navigating Alexander’s world, learning that for a man of his stature, love was rarely an island; it was a kingdom, and kingdoms required constant tending. Still, a strange, hollow sensation bloomed in her chest. She turned away from the mirror, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she paced the length of the bridal

“I’m serious. He is my second mate. At first, I didn’t believe that Mr. Gregory was my mate either. But, I can inhale the pheromone from his body.” Britney sighed and staggered. A second later, she smiled happily and held my shoulder cheerfully. “Mr. Gregory is your second mate? This means you’ve found your mate, Kate! You found a god better than Felix!” “Huh… I thought so too. But don’t you feel things won’t be that smooth? Terrence is too overly possessive. I understand it’s natural, but I just want him to understand that I’m in a difficult position.” “Trust me, after this, Giselle won’t hurt you anymore. I’d be the first to run into Mr. Gregory’s room if she and her friends dared touch yo

She chuckles and pats me on the head as she walks by. "Take some water and you'll be fine." I doubt water will make me fine but I nod and watch her walk through the glass doors into the building. I feel she might have gone out for a night of fun herself, her outfit would surely suggest that. But again, no one would believe that some modest girl in a black dress was filthy kissing Billionaire Bachelor Ayen Bravlov. Is he a bachelor? Or a widower? "You reek of male." For the second time this morning, the blood in my body runs cold and I turn to see Greg staring me down through cold and unfeeling eyes. I must have given myself away already with the way I reacted so I don't bother trying to put

he called out William, the crowds cheers and applaud, but some are disappointed because they expected that it's Princess Irina. William stand up with confidence, even deep inside he's actually nervous he still managed to wave at the crowds, the flash of the cameras and the reporters is making him more nervous. "Mr. William Darcy is the husband of my only daughter Princess Irina, he came from a famous British bloodline and also the next heir of the infamous Pemberley, he's the leader of his department at Mustachee Development Corporation and has seen a great leadership that fits him as my next successor. Again ladies and gentlemen, William Darcy!" Mr. Wickham while giving the microphone no Wi