Romancing Mister Bridgerton Chapter 18 Novels & Stories

"What does it say?" Lord Carlisle's voice rang with nonchalance. "'What does it say?'" Lord Cossington repeated with disdain. "Unbelievable." A small chuckle. "It says here that you move to end, might I add, your long engagement to my sister, with compensation." He scoffed. "You end your engagement with us for her." He pointed at Beth. "For your mistress?"

“Wow, you look too grown for a fifteen year old then” “Really?” He chuckled and scratched his hair, a little embarrassed. “I guess it must be the makeup,thanks to the wolf makeup..” ******* Antonio walked into the room,Angela was nowhere to be found. “Well I didn't expect to meet an empty room,I guess she is strong enough to handle me”. Still tipsy,he walked out and met some female servants on the passageway. They bowed at the sight of him. “Where is my bride?” “She is in the flower garden with young master Damon”.

Without allowing Mia to respond, Barbara forcefully dragged her back and pushed her towards the waiting guests. Grinning, she gestured with her hands, "She's all yours now." Mia was dumbfounded. She struggled to find her voice but felt as though it had vanished. She couldn't believe everything that was happening and the cruel words that had been spoken to her. "Very well, Madam Thompson. We'll take our leave now with our bride," Mr. Andrew said, offering a curt smile to Barbara "Very well," Barbara grinned. "I'm not going!" All of a sudden, Mia screamed. "I don't want to go!"

his voice went lower and his eyes burned darkly, “I’m going to feed you with my meat.” “Ouu,” I moved closer to him, my flirting audacious. “I do like meat.” “Uh-huh.” “Especially your meat. I want to stuff myself with it.” “You’re asking for it, William.” “Give it to me, Tristan. I want everything.” We were so close together, our faces illuminated by the light of a lone candle between us. I inched a finger closer, trailing towards him on the tips of them— “Monsieur Richmond,” interrupted a nasally and high-sounding voice, “Monsieur Bracknell, it gives me ze most zelightful honor to present your meal today—”

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

The girl arrogantly said, “He most definitely has that much money! Plus, why would I have to bear the burden of repaying the loan from before the marriage? Has he really not been here? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” Arianne had lost all hope, there was no way she could communicate with her. The girl would be underestimating her if she behaved well in front of her. Arianne coughed twice and immediately put on her appropriately arrogant manner as well. “My dear girl, do you know where this is? This is the Tremonts’ home—Brian is just our family’s driver. Are you not afraid that he would lose his job if you come along here and cause a scene?”

And I made myself hold that gaze for exactly two seconds before I turned to Elena. She was already looking at me. Her smile arrived on schedule. Precise. The kind that took practice. I have been in rooms like this for three weeks now. I had learned things. I smiled back at her with the exact same energy she gave me. Warm on the surface. Calibrated underneath. Then I extended my hand. “Mrs Cross.” My voice was easy. “It is lovely to meet you properly.” She took my hand. Her grip was firm. “Mrs Parker.”

It never did. “I hope you’re not overworking yourself,” she said, stepping into my path with the soft precision of a lioness blocking a gazelle. “Brides can get… fragile before the big day.” I returned her smile with the same politeness. “I’m doing fine.” “I’m glad to hear it. You looked a bit pale in that Page Six photo yesterday.” I blinked. “You read Page Six now?” “Oh, darling.” She tilted her head. “Everyone reads Page Six when it’s about you.”

I push aside the thought that Chester McPawsy shouldn’t be the only male in my life. Whatever, I’m happy with my cat and my hymen. Maybe if I tell myself that a few more hundred times, I’ll start to believe it. When I get to the counter, I’m met with a gorgeous blonde who gives me a smile that can only be accomplished with a huge paycheck and a lot of dental work. “How can I help you?” she asks in a clipped voice that doesn’t fit with the New Orleans vibe at all. “Um, I’m just here to check-in. It should be under Liv Monroe. I’m here for the Dupree wedding.”

And I already swore oats to be a good Luna to the Pack. Minutes later, I slipped into one of my official Luna gowns and headed to the dining room which was in the main hall in the mansion. “No one's here…” Beatrice muttered as the dining table came into sight but not a single person was seated even though we were some minutes late. “Isn't Damon supposed to join us ?” I asked, my chest clutching with disappointment. “Yes–” “Well, he won't be joining this morning.” Bertha's voice sounded from the door as she swayed in. She sat down and crossed her leg. Then signaled the maids to start serving the dishes.