Romancing Mister Bridgerton Free Novels & Stories

I complain, very upset about it. “I think four times.” “Let’s go!” Sasha snaps. Roman slips his arms beneath me, and a second later, I’m lifted into the air and carried bridal style. If it weren’t for the dead bodies in the living room and hallway, and Paula dying, and the fuck ton of shit I’ve been put through, this would actually be the one of the most romantic moment of my life. My eyes land on the woman with the blank stare, and it has me saying, “There are other women.”

"Sorry, don't mind me. So I'm allowed to assume that we have a winner?" Romeo nodded his head with a soft smile. She clapped her hands together in excitement. "Alright then! Let me process the payment. Because you are my lovely nephew, i will give you fifty percent off!" "Fifty percent?! That's a lot and it is going to tell on your business. You know that we always do business Armani style." Romeo said to her. "I know but this is my gift to you and your beautiful bride for your wedding. Let her put it on while you make payment, oh and there's a glass slipper that comes with the dress. That one is free."

Impatience surged and boiled within him. “I don't care whose mistress she is now,” Ricardo said with a lecherous grin. “What matters is that her body is still enticing.” Ricardo's laughter grew louder. It echoed throughout the car as he sped along at high speed. “If she has indeed become someone's mistress, then she must be skilled at satisfying men by now.” Erotic fantasies filled Ricardo's mind, resulting in an immediate throbbing sensation down below. Ricardo groped his crotch. The tingling of desire began to show signs, making him even more impatient.

Eddie prepared a diamond bracelet and reaching for my hand. I dodged. Eddie was just a good friend to me. I still didn’t have any romantic feelings for him. Suddenly, the bracelet was thrown aside. I looked up to see Stephen standing beside our table. He glared angrily at Eddie. “No! She’ll never be your mate!” Before Eddie could speak, Stephen grabbed my hand and pulled me away. He seemed furious. He took me to the rooftop of the building.

"Afraid? Do I look like I'm afraid? I just don't like dancing, Mister. That's it. End of conversation." "Would one dance hurt you? I suppose not." Just follow my suggestion, my lady, and we will both be saved. "What do you want from me exactly?" He smirked. "If I weren't clear, I want to dance with you." "Why would you want to dance with me—a lady who is not interested?" "Why won't you at least try? Would dancing with me cost you so much?"

With the words spoken, the two girls greeted Dom politely and gave him high marks of 90 points in their hearts. With Andy present, Dom could only nod politely to them. "I am Dom Livingston, nice to meet you.” "The other is Miss Megan, but she won't be coming today; there's an urgent meeting at the company." ‘Yet another workaholic.’ Dom sneered inwardly. Uncle Jim handed him coffee and reminded in a low voice, "Young Master Dom, today you and the two young ladies, along with Miss Lilith, will be on one yacht, and the others on another."

I said, though my heart was beating too loudly. She studied me again, her gaze lingering on my face, my hair, my eyes. “Are you the new bride?” she asked suddenly. “The one everyone has been whispering about?” I hesitated. “Yes.” Her eyes widened again. “So it is true,” she murmured. “The Alpha has taken a bride. And it is you.” “You still have not told me who you are,” I said. She blinked as if realizing she had forgotten. “Mara,” she said. “My name is Mara Jonathan.”

I started. "So..? what was your reply?" granny asked. "I told him we could only be friends, granny, I can't cheat on Jeremy, I promised him, I felt like I'd be doing the wrong thing if I accepted Nicholas" I replied. "Yh I clearly understand, now what's wrong," granny asked again. "It isn't even up to two days and Nicholas has brought a lady to our honeymoon, he said she will be staying with us for a week cos she's in the city for an undercover"

“She wanted more than just dancing on the dance floor. Considering what you said the night we met, I thought you'd be interested in someone like that.” I could have sworn his cheeks flushed, but it was probably just the flashing lights of the club. “She's not looking for a dance partner,” he said, stressing the word dance. “She's looking for a meal ticket. And I'm not interested in that.” “Really?” I set my drink down. “Do I need to repeat what you said about me?” Mr. Darcy's jaw tightened. “Do you see who she moved onto? She isn't looking for a good time. She's looking for someone to pay her way.”

It's one thing to get married, it's another thing getting married to your mean, arrogant boss. I had excused myself from Antonio's mother saying I wanted to rest and sleep since we had come late home from her ladies group where she wanted to introduce me as Antonio's fiancé and his soon to be bride. The ladies were quite lovely and accepting. Didn't feel any bad blood there.