Romancing Mr Bridgerton Novels & Stories

“You understand, Miss Russo, that this arrangement was offered as a means of settling your brother’s debt to the Moretti family.” I nodded once. He slid a thick stack of paper toward me. A silver pen beside it. “You are agreeing to a legal and binding marriage with Dante Moretti. You will have no claim to his fortune, his name, or any estate beyond what is stated in the agreement. You will act as wife in appearance only.” Wife in appearance only. Like that meant I’d be safe. The lawyer continued reading, but my eyes flicked upward — to Dante. He still hadn’t moved. Still hadn’t said a word.

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.

“And our little member is perfect. Size, health and everything.” I smiled so hard my cheeks ached, looking up at my husband. "Did you hear that, Dante? He is perfect." Dante finally blinked, turning his dark eyes down to me. "Of course he is perfect, tesoro. He is yours." Romeo let out a loud, dramatic sigh. "Please, spare me the romance in my own clinic," Romeo teased. "Now, let's talk about the rules for the next few months." Dante’s posture instantly changed. He stood up straighter, slipping right back into his terrifying CEO mode.

Myra took a deep breath. For some reason, the thought of the noble and handsome man panicked her deep down inside, but she collected herself and replied, “Miss Bridgers, you should try to win Director Hart’s heart with your own capability if you love him. If he loves you, no one else can win his favor but you.”

he breathed into my chest. It took me a while to realize we weren’t alone. It wasn’t the servants; another man was sitting on the pool chair to my left, watching intently. As always, Roman was wearing a three-piece suit and had that wry smile on his face that so perfectly encapsulated his English demeanor. “Well done,” he said while sipping on a gin and tonic. “I think she quite likes the way you’re ravishing her.” All of this felt perfectly normal, so I bit my lip and nodded. “I like it a lot.”

His tongue swept past my lips, tasting the desperate hunger that I didn’t know I had. In that moment, I knew that this kiss had just sealed my fate to this dangerous man called Sasha Romanov, the pakhan of the Russian bratva.

The minister says after the rings were given to us. "I do,” Romeo responds immediately, sliding the ring onto my finger. His finger lightly grazes my knuckle, and heat coils low in my stomach. The minister turns to me. “Do you, Miss Hartfield, take Mr Lancaster, as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?” My mouth opens, but no words come out. "Hartfield,” Romeo prompts with a raised brow. "I…" I mutter, unable to finish the words, suddenly afraid this might be real.

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

Quite big for an average educated girl like myself. As I approached her, I walked in a most dejected posture, my eyes bent to the floor, as I crossed my hands over my exposed breast. When I looked at her, from the way she frowned her face, I know she wasn't buying my fake facial expression. 'Fuck who cares.' I glared back at her. For a moment there I forgot again what I had come to do, not until I heard her answered the phone. "Yes Sir, the applicants are waiting Sir."

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.