Theo Sharpe Bridgerton Novels & Stories

My curiosity piqued, I wondered who commanded such reverence. As I craned my neck forward, I saw him. Julian Salvatore Edelman, the billionaire. His every step exuded power and control, his long strides radiating confidence. Behind him trailed Theo, his assistant. Julian's face was a masterpiece. It was perfectly carved, stoic, with thick eyebrows, a sharp jawline, and a slightly pointed nose. His broad shoulders and flawless skin completed the picture, reinforcing his reputation as the city's most handsome billionaire.

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

As she finished munching on her dessert, a breathtakingly beautiful smile curled on her lips after painfully long days, the smile which had the intensity of bringing bright and sparkle in dull and hollow shadows. Turns out, he was still her Theo. ***

Thinking Theo was the perfect man on earth, I was literally his number one fan. “Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!” Alisha clicked her tongue and shook her head in pity. “The only sad thing is that Theo Wellington ended up with that celebrity, Jessica. She’s too fake to be his wife. With her constant plastic surgeries and that tiny waist that looks like a grasshopper’s, will she be able to get pregnant and provide an heir for the Wellington Family? She’s not even that good-looking. What did Theo see in her?” Theo! Theo! And Theo again!

Sparkly short dress, long blonde hair. She’s as boring as almost every girl that tries to throw herself at me because she knows me as a rich businessman. I glance to my right, and a brunette smiles and waves at me to catch my attention, but I have zero interest in her. “She’s so fucking hot,” Theo says as his eyes sparkle. It better be the colorful lights that are flashing everywhere that I’m seeing, and not what I think it is—Theo has fallen for Clarissa like some naive fool who still believes that love exists.

(WanKe/XingXing is addressed as SHE) Third Person P.O.V She falls forward on his chest still standing in his hold. Holding her head Feng Lei bends a little low and lifts her legs away from the floor carrying her bridal style, his eyes fixed on her face his every single part of the body not willing to move away from her. Walking slowly towards the room he places her on the bed, taking the folded bedsheet he spreads it on her body as the weather is getting cold.

When the director announced the new guest, the crowd was stunned. “The new guest is incredibly good-looking, highly intelligent, and has the reputation of being a young genius. He’s Theo, the most favored heir of the Sanchez Group and the Brown family.” As Theo stepped onto the red carpet with graceful strides, he wore a shirt that Thea had personally made for him. The soft fabric was embroidered with dark green Serenflora on the collar, paired with matching dark green trousers. He looked like a prince straight out of a comic book. When he approached Nathan, his elegance and pride, combined with his exquisite, seductive looks, instantly overshadowed Nathan.

“What’s strange is that every family connected to the people who bullied her suddenly went bankrupt. Everything was hidden after she entered college.” Theo let out a quiet chuckle, though there was no warmth in it. “So my rival is Ash Windermere.” “Boss… what are you thinking?” “Nothing.” Theo’s eyes returned to the monitor. “I don’t care about Ash. The only thing that matters is that Shana becomes mine.” A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. “She’s my treasure.” And more importantly, she was the only person who could heal him. Lunch hour soon arrived, and Theo stood from his seat.

Treyton snorted here. Theo wiped the blood from the side of his lips. "You're acting like a fool! Be a professional, I came here to work!" replied Theo. "You can fool other people, but not me!" "What's going on here?" Everyone looked at the newly arrived Director. Daphne bowed in shame and fear from Treyton. She knew she couldn't stop it. "This photoshoot is done. Don't ever take my wife with this bastard!" Theo shouted at the Director. There was no reaction except shock and fear. Who wouldn't be afraid? It's Treyton Louis Fuentavalle the architect billionaire!

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