Queen Charlotte A Bridgerton Story Novels & Stories

" I am Maria Frost. I am Mr. James, the personal assistant. Nice to meet you!" Charlotte is looking around but when she introduces herself, She looks at Maria. Charlotte finds her beautiful. She is not that much tall, maybe 5'. But She is a beautiful girl who can be perfect for a model. Her facial structure to her walking style. Everything is perfect. Her blonde dyed hair and her flawless pale body. She is really attractive. " Ms. Charlotte! Take a seat please!" Maria looks a little awkward at Charlotte's gaze at her. " I apologize. I am here to talk about Mr. Brian Hawk's bride's wedding dress!"

"No, don't talk to me. I am sick and tired of y'all. She thinks I am the problem meanwhile her dear son is chaste and without no wrongs and you, you are willing to condone his excesses for what?... So, what? I lose my mate because of you and you shut me up from condemning yours?" It was as if a chilled bucket of water was doused on me. "Abby..." She shrugged. With no emotions. "Maybe you should shut the hell up." "I won't stand you talking to my mate like that," Ashton's voice resonated in the room. "She is your Queen!" "Yet, you cheated on her with Merit! Did you not understand she was your mate when you went on a romantic spree at the beach house with your former chosen mate?" Charlotte's

And before she could stretch her thought further, she felt a touch at the back of her left hand. "We have reached the venue, let's go down." This was the voice of her chief bridesmaid, who was also her best friend and her name was Bridget. A trip of so many minutes was like seconds to Charlotte. She had been thinking of what will happen to her life after this day, the death of her career and the inconsiderable words of her parents.

I’ve never wanted to make it official with anyone, well, except Adriana. Even when her stupid, incompetent father had tried to marry her off to me. There wasn’t really confirmation since the wedding never happened. And all the other episodes. We didn’t get married. She hasn’t been given an official title. Now that would change. Tonight, she’ll be the woman on my arm which everyone is curious about. And soon, she’ll be known as my wife. The Lycan queen. My queen. “Let go of me,” Adriana snaps through gritted teeth as she pulls away from my hold. Or should I say, attempt to.

When we get to the other room, she throws me on the bed and kisses her way down my chest. I can't look Adeline in the eyes as I drop beside her on the bed. My dick kept becoming soft every time I opened my eyes. Because every time I opened them, I saw Addy. The only time I would get hard was when I closed my eyes. Every time my eyes were closed, I only saw Charlotte, and that was the only way I could get off. I'm ashamed of myself. "When's your wedding?" "Next month. I hired Charlotte for the planning. Thought I would take some pity on her since she could use the revenue." She snickers as if what she said is funny.

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.

, while I almost dragged him on me. Don’t leave me this way, I shamelessly begged. Charlotte, after our meal, I’ll definitely feast on you, you know I’m all yours, Clint said impishly. He stood up and held out his hand to me, I slipped mine into his. I extended my hand to the designer bag only to see a luxury designer bikini, I looked at him with my eyes wide, that was when I saw a mischievous smile on his face. A Louis Vuitton bikini?

I didn’t wait for her reply before I turned and marched straight into my study, leaving the words unsaid and feelings buried… just where they belonged. ***** Emma’s fingers rested lightly on my arm as we entered the banquet hall, and the atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically. Of course, it was expected that people would be curious to see the new bride of the heir… but it wasn't just curiosity that pinned their gazes in Charlotte’s direction, it was her elegance. I had told Nelson to pick something modest and classy, something appropriate for the family function. And yet, Charlotte had somehow transformed the pale yellow silk into something… much more mesmerizing.

"She really wants to help us out, David." "I'm sorry, I can't even wrap my mind around it," David said. "Why doesn't the Duchess pick a man and be done with it? A man can play the role too, and it would make more sense." "Dad," Clare spoke up. "I think you haven't heard about her yet. Well, I don't know much about her either, but rumor has it that Violet Wintour is quite a notorious lady charmer." "Oh, perfect," David said, dropping his fist on the table in disbelief.

But all this does not count when in front of her, there is the variable Michaël who defies all the probabilities in the matter. He should be grateful that a girl like her is interested in him, but he doesn't make the effort to be appreciative and even dares to ignore her and get attached to such a girl. He is ill? In short, she will restore things and put them in their place. For now, she will just put up with it and act step by step so as not to fail. Even right now, seeing the smile of this girl at Michaël fills her heart with a feeling of deep hatred. She doesn't know how Michaël is at this moment, only seeing the back of his neck, but she's sure he's also smiling at her. It's so unfair,