Romancing Mr Bridgerton Novels & Stories

No way… Damon turned slowly, meeting her gaze with the same sly smile from the night before—calm, composed, and dangerously charming. “Good morning, fiancée,” he said smoothly, his voice like velvet. “Ready to help me find the perfect scent… for our wedding day?” “M–maybe you’ve mistaken me for someone else, Mr. Alejandro,” Rhian said, her voice steady but her hands fidgeting behind her back. She lifted her chin, trying to hold her composure even as her nerves betrayed her. “I meet a lot of clients.” Damon didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took a slow, deliberate step toward her. Then another. And another.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Not if. I felt a hollow ache open up in my chest. Bridget Lorraine had been the top candidate for Damon’s wife since Margot started "shopping" for an alliance when he turned eighteen. She’d lived in France her whole life and visited often, a fixture in the Vitale social circles. In the beginning, Damon had always seemed uninterested, bordering on hostile toward her. But if that was the case... how was she here at midnight? How did she have the house code? How was Damon just standing there?

Rake stops the car, gets out and comes round to help me out. Dante runs down the few steps and brings me into his arms and lifts me up and twirls me around. Not what I expected but I like it reminding me of all those romantic scenes in Hallmark movies. “Darling, you are here.” He kisses my lips with a passion that literally steals my breath away. I think I am swooning as his tongue explores my mouth. Neither one of us worried that Rake is carrying my bags up and into the mansion.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Lucia gushed as she engulfed me in a warm hug. “You look amazing as well Mrs. Lucia. Happy anniversary to you both.” I said with a smile, my gaze alternating between Mr. Lionel and Mrs. Lucia. “It's good to see you all again.” Mr. Lionel said with a smile. “And who is this charmer?” Mrs. Lucia's gaze went to Roman as she stared curiously at him. “He's Mirabella's date.” My mom responded before I could even say a word and I smiled nervously at Easton's parents. I didn't miss the sadness that flashed in their eyes for a split second before being replaced with a smile.

So I simply collected a glass of champagne from the edge of the tower making up a fountain before glaring at my fiance and swallowing it down quickly. From the outside looking in Andrew Fraser was a dream for any young girl to find viable for a marriage prospect-forced or not. He was the heir to a whiskey fortune, educated, and handsome enough. But for those who knew him as I did, being bound to him for any duration was a sentence. I was without a choice as it was time to pay my dues as a Brady. It didn't mean I had to smile. At least not all of tonight.

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT(MMR) * * * #01 "There all done" The makeup artist Brian had told to make me up said to me. I felt the tears coming out from the corner of my eyes. "don't you want to see how it looks?" she asked again but this time placing the mirror in front of me. I took it from her and threw it on the floor making it smash into a million pieces. My life is being ruined and I can't seem to do anything about it. I can't believe I'm getting married to this arrogant bastard.

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Then again, theirs was an arranged marriage and she had been utterly miserable. William smiled and stepped forward, taking her hand in his. He bowed and placed a small kiss on her knuckles. Her heart raced out of control. His masculine scent of spice seeped into her senses and overwhelmed her, making her mind whirl and the room spin. She couldn’t lose control. Not now and certainly not in front of company. William straightened, the smile still stretched across his face. “My dear Mrs. Braxton, you look lovely tonight.” His attention passed over her once again, but lingered longer on her bosom.