Queen Charlotte A Bridgerton Story Novels & Stories

Charlotte said, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "how *dare* you speak to Alex like that? Do you have any idea who he is?" Queen Ingrid’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "And who are you to question me, Charlotte?" Charlotte crossed her arms, her emerald-green dress shimmering under the chandeliers. "I’m someone who knows that Alex is the president’s son. And if you think you can just throw your weight around and humiliate him like this, you’re sorely mistaken." "Charlotte, stop," I said quietly, but she ignored me completely. "Frankly, Your Majesty," she continued, her voice rising, "if anyone’s causing a scandal tonight, it’s you. Do you realize how you sound right now? Yelling at Alex, of all p

( warning: rape incident ahead . It violates human rights so please don't read if you don't want to, otherwise please keep voting and commenting at the end of every chapter) " well ,well well here comes the Queen, how are you feeling your highness?" Someone says sarcastically and I move my head to see Charlotte the she devil herself, she's in long dress and her face is full of make up ,she looks like she just came from hell I don't answer her because my energy is drained

She knew how these women could be and so, she was hesitant about leaving Charlotte by herself. "Yes mom, now go, father needs you more than I do." Victoria nodded and left Charlotte. "So, you're the woman getting married to my nephew," a woman said as she looked at Charlotte in disgust. Charlotte looked around to make sure no one was around. After checking and making sure that no one would be able to hear what she was about to say, she responded to the woman. "Yes I am. You must be one of the irrelevant people my fiance talked about. Looks like he was right about you," she retorted.

“Well… I’m not ready to leave him. Not unless Adrian himself looks me in the eyes and says he has chosen Charlotte. If he says so, I’ll step aside, with dignity, and never look back. But until then… I’ll stay. I’ll fight.” What they didn’t know was that Queen Isabella, unable to resist, had crept toward the door the moment their voices rose. She pressed her ear shamelessly against the polished wood, heart racing, biting her lip like a child afraid of being caught. “Oh heavens… what if one of them leaves crying? What will I tell Zubrel?” she whispered to herself, straining to catch every word. Inside, Charlotte lowered her gaze. Her hands twisted in her lap until her knuckles turned white. Wh

A car horn honked outside. Charlotte peeked through the curtain. “Ohhh he’s here. He’s driving some black fancy-looking thing. I don’t know the model but the vibes are wealthy.” My stomach twisted. “I can’t go.” “Yes you can.” She grabbed my face gently. “Breathe. You’re not marrying him. You’re just going to eat overpriced sea creatures for ninety minutes. You’ll survive.” She dragged me toward the door. “Charlotte, wait” “Nope!” She shoved me outside. “Have fun! Text me if he tries to kidnap you!”

“Really? You’re kicking me out?” “No, I’m asking you for a drink,” she says. “One for me and one for Elena. Get moving. If you want to get married, you better know how to serve.” Alexander rolls his eyes but obeys her. I’m actually impressed. But now I see where Alexander gets his confidence. I stare at Charlotte in awe. Everything about her is just fabulous and powerful. Yet here she is now, smiling warmly at me. Pressing her hand on my cheek gently. “My son couldn’t have picked a better woman,” she says. “I heard that you’re the Harrington heiress?”

Lucas got all the trust. If Damien needed comfort, he turned to Charlotte. Charlotte was the quiet Whitmore girl who everyone used to ignore. She was literally pushed down the aisle as a last-minute replacement bride. Yet, somehow, she had managed to walk right in and take the keys to the whole kingdom. She got the grace, the protection, and the true love. She got everything without doing any real work.

“You said you wanted to help.” “I do.” He circled slowly behind her. “But you’ve lost perspective.” “I gave you opportunities.” “You became obsessed.” Emma struggled against the restraints. “I was following your instructions.” “No.” His voice remained perfectly even. “You were pursuing your feelings.” He stepped back into view. “Charlotte was never the objective.” Emma froze. “…What?” “The bridge.” His eyes darkened. “Charlotte simply happens to be part of it.” Emma’s heartbeat quickened. “You knew.” “I know considerably more than you.”

"Though I suppose you need something to pass the time, considering Raul publicly rejected your family's marriage proposal yesterday afternoon.” I laughed and leaned back. “Tell me... is that your fifth rejection this year, or have we all lost count?" Beatrice gasped, while the other girls looked between us in silence. Bridgette’s face turned red, and she slammed her cup onto the marble table. “How dare you?" she snapped, her voice trembling with rage. "You arrogant bitch-“ "Enough!" Charlotte snapped. "We are noblewomen, not common street brawlers. Control yourselves immediately."

Asheron replies then looks at me " Don't give up on Charlotte. She really likes you but like always she is being stubborn over here and coming on her own way." " I know. I figured that much out." I replied " Don't worry. I am not going to let her go. I am going to marry this woman, make her my queen and make her the mother of my children in no time. She wants to avoid me, run away from me. Then bring it on because I am going to make it very hard for her to stay away from me...." I wasn't able to finish the sentence when I saw a hunter aiming his crossbow arrow on my mate.