The Ton Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "

But according to the books I've read, this could pass as one. "Temple of Solterra." Interest surely gleamed in my eyes. "Really?" He smiled and led me inside. It wasn't long when an elder man wearing all white went to us. "I'm glad that you have decided to visit our temple again, Your Highness," he said with such an impossible soothing voice for a man his age. "And who is this beautiful lady with you?" "He is Ophelia, senior brother. She is my bride." I was shocked of what Demitri said. He didn't even told it yet to his parents, and now he's spreading the news outside the palace?

“Just like on the movies.” “That’s right,” Tony smiled in agreement. After a minute it became obvious that Brandi was waiting for him to speak. “You’re supposed to make me an offer now,” he urged. “Huh?” “Make me an offer,” repeated Tony. “To get me to confess you need to offer me something.” “Like what?” asked Brandi. Tony sighed again, this wasn’t going to be easy. He decided to cut to the chase. “Look, I’ll tell you what. You suck my cock, and I’ll confess to killing the Queen of England.”

The princess sulked in her breath. “This isn’t a dream. I’d finally be stuck in a loveless marriage.” “From now onwards, you shall be known as Amelia Anastasia Harrison Brown.” The priest declared and as per the traditions, Amelia bowed in front of the prince who helped her back to her feet. Raising her head, Amelia attempted to look into the prince’s eyes to read his emotions but she was unable to. Her veil made her vision blur and even if it wasn’t there, the prince’s face held no expressions. She watched as Prince Andrew reached out his hands to her face and she instinctively shut her eyes.

“Chin up. These women can smell uncertainty. And try not to mention that little family of yours.” The next hour blurred into a series of handshakes and careful conversations. I met Mrs. Lydia Kensington, whose husband ran a pharmaceutical empire, and listened as she droned on about her latest wellness retreat in Switzerland. “You must join me next time, Sarah. It does wonders for the complexion, and the disposition. New brides often find the transition... taxing.” “I’m managing,” I said, accepting a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. The bubbles tickled my nose, but the alcohol felt necessary.

It was a surprise to me when I didn’t find Caster at home and immediately I entered the house, Q also disappeared after telling me he was going to the Club to meet Derek. Alone at home, I cuddled into the sofa as I binge-watch the first season of Bridgerton. Scarlet had introduced the series to me, shocked at first that I haven’t watched it, and made me swear that I’ll see the series once I get home and this happened after she recovered from the ‘fake’ shock. After the 6th episode, I returned the plate to the kitchen to get it washed. As I opened the tap, I heard giggling, a female giggle to be exact.

With that, she quickly ran off to the lounging area nearby. Director Bridgers finally took his pampering eyes away from his daughter and smiled at Tony. “My daughter is a little sensitive when it comes to stuff like this. Even after living in the United States for several years, she gets embarrassed really easily. What a kind and gentle girl she is… I wonder who would have the honor of marrying her in the future.” He looked at Tony with an expectant grin as he finished his sentence, eagerly waiting for his response. Tony gave a faint smile, but it wasn’t because of what he said.

“Hey, buddy,” Tony says while patting my back. “Hey, where’s Brittney? I have a little something for her.” I say as I stretch a bottle of vintage wine. “A Vitnipa 1906 bottle? I'm jealous.” Brittney strolls out in an army green dress, looking prettier than ever. “Is that Baker’s voice I hear?” “It sure is. Pregnant and glowing, I like.” “Hey, her husband is right here, in case you forgot.” Tony yells from the kitchen.

And he looked pissed as he rose from the floor, dusting himself off before he faced Gabby. “Let’s just say that the pool you’re trying to dip into already belongs to me and I do not share well.” By now she was in his face and Jordan, unused to having strong female characters in his life looked confused as to how to deal with her. But his confusion was all she needed because she stepped even closer to him and her voice grew menacing. “Don’t come near my fiancé ever again. She has told you time and again that she isn't interested, but you just can’t get it through your thick skull, can you?”