Queen Charlotte A Bridgerton Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he gave a lopsided smile, "Just amazed there's no crown on your head, Queen." She giggled, "Alright, can you tone that down a little?" Victor's phone rang. Shuffling into his pocket, he pulled it out and sighed, "Showing you your room would be a dream come true, but I need to leave." "It's okay," she raised a shoulder, "I'll see you around then." "No," he raised his knuckles and brushed the hair off her face, "I will see you around. Excuse me, miss," Eva stood there still stunned, watching Victor's back as he walked out the door, and he understood her; Victor's charisma was over the top, and coupled with his confidence, anyone would be intrigued.

She held the room in the palm of her hand, and she knew it. “Since you’re already making an entrance,” Charlotte said, her voice honeyed with venom, “I suppose you haven’t heard—I’m with Justin Chase now.” Gasps fluttered among the guests. Emily stiffened. Charlotte’s smile widened. “It’s amazing what the right dress and the right pedigree can do. And you…” she gestured casually to Emily, “you’re just someone Justin probably invited out of pity.” Emily’s jaw clenched. “I don’t get it,” Charlotte continued, voice louder now, eyes scanning the crowd. “First, she shows up in rags…literally… and then pretends she’s important because the Adams tossed her a bone. But let’s not forget who she reall

She had completely forgotten the existence of Aiden who was still staring at her from a distance. "My husband is so adorable." Rose would have given Theo no mercy had Charlotte not suddenly appeared between them. "Looks like I'm bothering you guys." Rose and Theo's attention was both on Charlotte and her sweet smile. The dress on her body fit perfectly with her already bulging belly. Rose guessed that Charlotte was about the same age as Bridgette. For whatever reason that woman, Bridgette, was even still being held by the possessive husband who only let them meet briefly a while ago.

“I’m not ready to have any conversation with you. I’m going back to the reception.” I moved to step past her, but she blocked my way. “Please,” she said, her voice lower now. “There is something I need you to know.” I inhaled deeply. “What is it?” “First of all,” she said, crossing her arms, “I must commend you. You married a rich man. You have a fine taste like your mother.” “I am nothing like you.” I hissed. “I did not trade love for luxury. You are just a shameful gold digger.”

Lucien muttered as he took his shirt off and a long scar that was caused by a sharp object was visible on his back as he stroll his way towards the bathroom. ******* -Heroux Mansion- Later that night, Alexandria was staying in the living room when her mother took a seat on the couch facing her. “How’s your work?” Madame Heroux asked as she placed her cup of tea on top of the glass table. Alexandria lowered down the book she was reading, “It’s fine, mother. I finally cleared my schedule for two weeks in the month of July. How’s your day with Countess Blanc? Did you enjoy your time hanging out with her?” she asked back and Madame Heroux's face turned sour, “I don’t even want to remember my day

said Charlotte with a serious expression . ' It seems like she has completely forgotten the drawings on her face . ' thought Damien when looking at her with a serious expresison . " I still don't know why that prince is making such a fuss but from the moment that I agreed to marry you , I will stay loyal to my decision . Of course, as long as you don't kill me and leave me in my privacy . Don't worry , your majesty ! The day , I fall in love with someone , I will bravely tell you . Please do promise me beforehand that you will not kill me ! " said Charlotte with a smile .

Headlines bloomed across the glass screen, stacked on top of each other: THE ICE QUEEN MELTS: WREN & MARCELLO— A WEDDING IN SIGHT? FALLEN KING, FROZEN QUEEN—POWER COUPLE OR POWER PLAY? I gazed at them, my guts churning. What the fuck was this talk about marriage? Charlotte pinched the bridge of her nose. "Do either of you two understand the gravity of all this?" She asked, pointing a finger in my face. "We have to move. And quickly. Which means picking a wedding date."

One of them snickers. "Yeah, she really thinks wearing that nun dress and looking like a stepford wife from the eighties will make Kevin love her." The other one laughs. " She has no idea that Kevin has found a better, more worthy replacement." "What?" I ask. The first girl pouts. "Oh no. I guess you haven't heard that Kevin got someone else pregnant, and she's an heiress." The other girl laughs. "Poor Charlotte. You tricked him into picking you out of the gutters and marrying you, but now you've realized that you're nothing but an expensive charity case."

All it took was three minutes, Charlotte got out of bed and redressed watching the tired king with contempt in her eyes. If only she had been born with a better standing in life, she wouldn't have had to resort to this. "Your Majesty," she called, Amenhotep turned and say up, "yes, my dear?" He answered. "You promised that Keith will marry me, why is it taking so long, Your Majesty?" She asked, she was getting tired.

He chuckled softly before walking closer until he stood directly in front of me. “Really?” he murmured. “Then why were you staring so hard?” I refused to answer. Instead, I glared at him dramatically. “You still haven’t told me who called,” he said teasingly. “And more importantly… who’s this person you love so much?” I rolled my eyes immediately. “Oh please, Ben. Stop acting as if you don’t know I was talking about you.” His smirk widened proudly. “And it was Charlotte,” I continued. “She reminded me about the bridal measurements this afternoon.”