Regency Era Romance Novels & Stories

"Drop it. Riley's engaged to Mr. Prescott now. Why bring up old stories?" Benjamin gave a calm smile. "It's fine. Everyone has a past, but a past is nothing more than that. We're all here to enjoy ourselves today, so feel free to say whatever you like." That opened the floodgates for more flattery. They praised the two of them for their generosity and good looks, calling them a perfect match. In our previous life, Riley and I had grown up together. Our love felt inevitable, and we got married naturally. After the wedding, we got along so well that people envied us.

Nicole breathed out in disbelief, stepping back but gasping when she came in contact with a wall, the man before her instantly having her caged in. "You know, I heard that you got married..." He cupped her chin into his hand, tilting her head back as he looked at her with a disappointment, forcing memories to resurface as Nicole swallowed the lump in her throat with tears burning her eyes. "I was disappointed. But even more so when I learned that you married a Regnante of all people. Come on, baby, you're so much better than that wanna-be kid."

"You'll get more than that if we pull it off. And I personally will buy you anything you like." She stared back at him, her emerald eyes darkening almost to a forest green before she took a step back. "Well, then. I'll have to start making a list." In the kitchen, he refilled both their glasses and carried them back out to the patio. Regan was standing there, hands in the pockets of her slacks, just staring off across the lawn much as he'd been doing before. He took a moment to study her, framed by the fading rays of the sun as she was. There was something about her he'd never seen in all the other women who had passed through his life. And that was exactly what they'd donepassed through. Hi

He heard my footsteps and he turned to me. “Good afternoon Ma'am." “Wayne please stop it." I said and he laughed, his features morphed from icy cold to affectionate in the blink of an eye. “Seriously Cristela, how the fuck do you find all these cute men!." Regalia said bitterly. I turned to Wayne. " Meet Regalia, Gabriel's niece. Regalia meet Gabriel's uhm…friend." “Just as you are, I'm his niece, so are you." Wayne was glaring at Regalia, when she met his stare she flinched and stood up in fear. She raised her finger in the air.

Guests were starting to murmur wondering what is going on. Oh no, I glanced around the room in search of my dad, this can not affect his opinion about me. "Let Eli go." Damon demanded calmly stepping forward, making me sigh with relief. "Do you know you are about to get engaged to a married woman?" Derrick snickered his grip on me tightening even harder. "What?" "The Gilbert's heiress is married?" "I thought she went abroad go study." The questions of the guest flew into my ears making my eyes constrict, no, there's no way I'm letting my image get ruined by this man.

“Good girl.” She shifted in her seat, the ache between her legs pulsing in time with her heartbeat. The memory of his fingers earlier, the way he’d licked them clean while staring into her soul, made her clench around nothing. “You know,” she said, voice syrupy sweet, “between the private jet invite, the small fortune you just dropped on lingerie, and the promise of a secret villa… I’m almost...almost...forgiving you for not letting me come.” Reggie threw his head back and laughed, the sound rich and filthy and full of dark promise. He downshifted hard as they approached the private garage beneath their building, tires humming over concrete, the engine’s growl mirroring the one she felt low

Back in the present, I jerked my hand free from his. “Don’t touch me again,” I said, my voice was low but firm. “You have no right to do that.” He looked hurt, almost offended. “I wasn’t trying to scare or hurt you. I just need you to understand. I wasn’t ready back then, and I panicked. I did things I regret every day.” “Regret doesn’t erase bruises,” I replied. “It doesn’t erase fear, it doesn’t erase the fact that you walked away and never looked back. You only regret all your actions because Leila left you and you realized you were all alone.”

A few actually looked relieved that someone was taking charge during the crisis. “There is a lot of fine print here,” Sarah observed. “Clauses about financial oversight and territorial negotiations and—” She looked up at me. “This really does give you complete authority.” “During the regency period only,” I said quickly. “Once Alexander reaches maturity at eighteen, all authority transfers to him. I would just be keeping the seat warm until he is ready to take over.” “Eighteen years is a long time,” Marcus said slowly.

"I could say the same about Lady Olivia and you, hmm?" "Yes, well—about that, I want to marry her, Uncle George. I know her father is your sworn enemy but—" "But what? If you want to marry that woman, you're bloody well going to marry her-my enmity with Cavendish be damned," his uncle cut him off. "The Prince regent himself cannot stop the union!" his uncle thundered. "You must ask Melissa first though," his uncle added a little sheepishly. Jacob laughed and nodded, although he didn't relish the idea much. He approached Lady Melissa—his new aunt in a few days. She was alone in the parlour, reading a magazine, munching on biscuits.

Except she hadn’t won this game by chance or luck, she had won it by skill and strategy. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” Rodrigo began once again when Megan had settled beside him, “I present to you the new president of Romero Empire, Mrs-“ With a single hand raised, Megan interrupted him. “Actually, I’d like to introduce myself.” Rodrigo hesitated. “Oh, okay. Go right ahead.” Megan took the microphone from his hands and turned to the crowd, a smile plastered on her lips. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” She began, remembering every bit of what she, Leonica and Anastasia had discussed the days prior. “My name’s Megan Rivers and it’s with great pleasure that I introduce to you, Mrs. Tyche Smith.”