Romancing Mister Bridgerton Novels & Stories

That brought a smile to her face. The princess of a mafia business? She thought she would be making millions of Ruble per day. The texture was Romeo's Rival who has always wanted to defeat him and he got his way to Roman, through his unfaithful girlfriend. 'okay.' She texted back to him and then cleared their chats before Roman was out of the toilet. Roman came and went to the closest to dress up, she used the chance to take a quick shower. * Roman dropped her off at his house after they hung out.

Mireille could feel her breath hitching as the smell of his cologne filled her nose. "Since you want to go to work because you are full of energy, why don't you just let me to drain all of that energy?" His right hand lifted her face to make her look at him. "I... You could have drained it all night but you were nowhere to be found. Right now, I am choosing to go to work, Mr. Dante Romano" she replied, glad she at least sounded firm. "I can make up for the lost time, Principessa" his other hand trailed down to her ass and squeezed the left ass cheek.

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

His gaze swept over Lina and Giovanni: cold and lethal. Bang! Rafael kicked the massive banquet table over. Silverware and wine crashed to the floor. The enormous Rossi family crest, custom-made and unmistakable, lay face-up. Rafael placed his foot on it. The metal buckled beneath his heel with a sickening screech. In the mafia world, this was the ultimate humiliation. The other dons went pale, but not a single one dared speak. He crouched in front of me. The moment his eyes took in my swollen, bleeding cheek and my shattered, blood-soaked fingers… The blue of his irises turned blood-red.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

His huge forehead reminds me of Tweety, if you bleached him and made him less cute. “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Romano.” he says, with a look that lingers too long. Dante barely acknowledges him as he guides me into the mansion. Grand staircases, chandeliers dripping with crystal, marble floors echoing beneath my heels. My chest tightens as he leads me up the stairs, down a long hallway, to a set of double doors. When they open, every instinct screams at me to run, but my body won’t move. The room is grand and drenched in candlelight. Red roses cover the bed in a sea of petals. Romantic for a bride. Horrific for an imposter.

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

She told the driver. Although he was a bit hesitant at first, he didn’t really have the gut to go against his employer’s woman. He nodded and told her he would be waiting close by. “Come on, let’s go.” The two women headed to the café where Madeline quickly ordered something for the two of them. “Eva, I am curious about one thing.” Madeline started the conversation as they were eating the sandwich. “What are you curious about?” Eva asked. “How did you end up being with someone like Mr. Romand? No offense but there is a huge age gap between the two of you and you didn’t meet in a work environment. Did you use a dating app or something?” She asked.

“Do it properly. Don't be sloppy. Little by little until you get him to agree to what I want to happen. Open up this topic to him but don't make it obvious.” He ended the call with just a reminder about what I would do to attract Callum. Can I really do that? I’m too innocent to even know how to romance my husband! I don’t know a thing about romancing or seducing a man because I don’t have any experience about that! Fuck! I stood up straight when someone suddenly opened the door. And there, I saw Callum looking so wasted. I was shocked to see his face. His dress shirt’s buttons were now open. I don’t know where his coat is now and his necktie.