Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story Novels & Stories

"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.

Or relieved that she didn't have to face the consequences of her actions if the wedding had been cancelled. Would she feel sorry and call Claire? Oh Claire definitely knew what was going to happen if Charlotte even dared to speak to her after the wedding, she knew the words she was going to say and she knew exactly how to make Charlotte regret running away. " I can't breathe." Claire said as she gritted her teeth while the stylist fixed a crown on her head, she had added extensions to make Claire's hair look longer since the original style that she had in mind was much suited for long hair.

Staring at him wide eyed, she pulled away and turned around grabbing his hand in the process. Once they were near the bed, she pulled him in front of her and pushed him on the bed. Elijah sat the smile never leaving his face as he stared up at her. He would do whatever it took to make her happy. Charlotte's shy persona had disappeared inside her darkest place. She didn't feel anything but want and need. Her pussy was aching for him, and she was going to accept anything he gave her. Although she felt as a whole different person she really didn't care.

"Take me there." "No," Charlotte intervened, apparently coming out shock herself. She took my right wrist and tugged me a step away from the man. "You have to stay here and keep the party going. I will go with Abigail to them." I was shaking my head, my spirit, soul and body no longer here with them. What does she mean by ‘keep the party going’? How could I do that when at this moment I could hardly maintain a clear head? "Look at me!" Charlotte commanded, grasping my shoulders to steady me. "You are the Queen and in the absence of your King, you must keep things going!" Tears shone in my eyes. Please, she should not mention the word 'absence'

“Interesting claim. Care to explain, or are you here to test how much of your father’s audacity you inherited?” Charlotte’s grin widened as she leaned forward slightly. “Let me introduce myself properly, Mr. King. I am Charlotte Taylor Hart King.” Carter’s brow furrowed, a scoff escaping his lips. “What nonsense are you spouting now?” Unfazed, she continued, her smile unyielding. “I’m married to Sebastian King.” The air in the room shifted as his eyes widened in shock. Without hesitation, he turned to his secretary and gestured sharply. “Empty the room. Close the door.”

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,

She pushed back all the fear and abhorrence connected to the name; her friend’s face was haunting her to the core. “Are you talking about Eric?” Casper grabbed the silver bars and broke into a fit of laughter. “You are so innocent, Star. Your simplicity never failed to enamor me. It's our wedding, my love. I will get rid of this animal today and marry you as my Queen.” Charlotte's blood boiled at his audacity to betray her, she struggled against the restraints, as her nails extended to tear him apart. “Don’t injure yourself, Star. Your pain hurts me.”

ELIZABETH The door slams open from the conference room, and Charlotte, red-faced, clearly furious, strides out. "We´re going home," she snaps at Michael and James. They both look baffled. "Charlotte? What´s wrong?" asks Michael. She whirls on my husband. "Mr Haswell, I´m sorry, but you told me that this was about Blessingmoors. Not about some kind of witch-hunt on James." Richard looks perplexed. "What...?"