Romancing Mister Bridgerton Novels & Stories

But even the sincerity in her expression seemed to leave him unfazed and she was slowly losing her footing. Even then, she still tried. "Mr. D'Angelo, as long as you accept my proposal, I promise that I'll do whatever you want." At her words, Jasper raised a brow. "Anything, miss Romano?" She nodded enthusiastically, His gaze lingered on her face again. He was studying her more closely now, like he was confirming something only he understood. "And if my ultimatum was for you to be my Mistress?" he asked without missing a beat, but he might have as well punched her in the gut,

I refused to give her that satisfaction. “Of course I do,” I replied smoothly. “Surely you do not expect me to use it in front of everyone.” For a split second, her expression faltered. Then she smiled again, masking it perfectly. “How lovely,” she said lightly. “And how are you feeling now?” She asked trying to change the topic, but I was ready for her. “I am much better,” I answered. “Thanks to Mr Smith. He takes very good care of me. When he asked me to be his bride, I was worried. I did not know if the pack would accept me. But there is so much love here.”

Her name was Karen. Or Kim. Or something else that started with a K. Ben honestly wasn’t sure, and at this point, it didn’t matter. They met at the bar after a long, exhausting week of him proving to himself that his house was not haunted. She caught his eye from across the room, all confidence and bare skin, a strappy little dress that left very little to the imagination. He bought her a drink. She smiled. The rest followed a familiar script.

He's the complete opposite of Blaze in every way that matters. But that's exactly the problem. I can't trust my judgment when it comes to men. How can I be sure that Ramon's kindness isn't just another form of manipulation? How can I trust that his respect won't eventually transform into control? "Ramon, you know I think of you as family, almost a brother. I don't want to complicate our friendship by making it romantic." "So you're determined to break my heart, Snow White," he says dramatically, placing his hand over his chest and arranging his features into an exaggerated expression of heartbreak.

she uttered through clenched jaws. She then smiled smugly. “All that effort you put in? It's a total waste!” But before she could enjoy her little victory, our butler, Bryan, rushed in. “Miss, something’s wrong. Mr. Johansen has shown up with a betrothal gift.” Rachel’s eyes lit up. “Hurry up and let him in! Aaron must be here to discuss our wedding!” Bryan looked at me. I hadn’t even said a word when Aaron barged into the Saddler family estate. A group of men trailed behind him.

Allison mumbled in embarrassment. Romario's eyes gleamed with amusement as he gazed at Allison, her embarrassment evident in her flushed cheeks. He chuckled, his deep voice rumbling, "Ah, my pet wants clothes, huh?" He turned to his wardrobe, retrieving a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, for Allison put on. Romario's eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled Allison close, their chests pressing together. His breath caressed her face, making her heart race. "Master..." she whispered, but Romario silenced her with a short, intense kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, leaving her breathless.

Entering the room, when was amazed when she saw how luxurious the room was. 'I'm already in place.' Lilyana sent a message to Ed Shane. While waiting, she looked through the pictures of yesterday which were very good. Chris hasn't changed since long ago, his portraits are undeniably good. Until suddenly the door to the room opened and a man who was so handsome get there. This suddenly made Lilyana could only widen her eyes at him. "What's wrong with you?" He asked with a chuckle. "I didn't expect to meet someone as handsome as you, sitting in the same room even face to face like this," said Lilyana, still fixated on looking at the man like a prince from a fairy tale.

Well designed with iron and flowers. The Lord smirked. "Are you crowning someone today Milord?" Beatrice asked, turning to the Lord to see him smile. "Yes, the most beautiful woman today.". The Lord replied. She frowned, turning around to glance through the crowd to see if she could find the woman they Lord was talking about. "Why are you looking there Milady? Are you trying to mock the other Ladies by calling the ugly? Cause I know the most beautiful woman today is right in front of me." Sir Raymond said, winking at her.

Shelly dropped her fork and knife to the table with a bang. “No member of the Tremont family shall ever deign themselves to someone this uncivilized,” she declared. “Whoever Smore’s bride may be, she will be nothing short of being prim, cultured, and of a standing befitting the Tremont prestige! She will not do anything close to what you’ve described!”

She was pretty, but she kept bowing her head, as if she's trying so hard to disappear into the shadows. Meanwhile, the man wore a general's uniform with dozens of medals pinned on it. Judging by his arrogant stance and condescending tone, he did not earn those medals. I smiled tightly. "Ah, pardon my manners. I'm Duke Anton Fontaine of Michestershire. I thought you would have known me, but clearly you didn't take the time to memorize the faces of your soon-to-be family?" He tsked, but held his hand out to me and looked like I should be grateful to be in his presence.