Theo Sharpe Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Poor boy looks like he wants the stage to swallow him. Skye steps forward like she owns the whole damn theater. “Good morning, my King,” she says in that sharp, posh accent she stole from the nanny’s *Bridgerton* shows. It sounds so arrogant and perfect it gets me chuckling like a fool. Leo clutches his plastic scepter. “My Queen… I… haven’t kissed your hand for the morning.” He’s messing up the lines bad. Skye doesn’t even blink. She makes this long, dramatic sigh that gets announced through her mic, then stretches her little hand out like she’s doing the kid a huge favor.

But to her surprise, Theo just gave a cold, mocking laugh, his eyes full of scorn. Staring at the photo on his phone, he gritted his teeth and muttered, "Of course, there'll be a wedding. But the bride herself is gonna be there." Sharon's heart dropped. She didn't understand what he meant. Theo brushed past her and ran downstairs. Sharon quickly followed. She thought he had finally lost his mind until she heard him calling his assistant, asking for a ticket to Yandere. He said he was going to find Joanna. Panic hit her hard. She ran in front of him and cried, "What are you doing? Joanna is dead! You're scaring me…"

She mumbled under her breath. "Overwhelmed with the crowd?" A male voice responded to her. Startled, she almost stumbled to the ground. "Oh sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Theodore Wilson. You can call me Theo." He smiled and then extended his hand. She stared at him for a while and blushed instantly, "Wow you look like a model." She blurted out. He laughs. Her whole face turned red in shame, "Latton Ripley." She mumbled, then held his hand, but she didn't let go.

When she saw Zayn’s arrival, she immediately said apologetically, “Zayn, I heard from Aino that she insisted on fixing you up with Madam Sharpe. Isn’t that just nonsense? Don’t take it to heart.” “There’s no need to be courteous with me and tell me that!”

Nathan POV Harper and Theo strutted into our private room like they’d just stepped off the stage of some private debauchery. Theo had that wild glint back in his eyes, the kind that screamed he’d finally stopped pretending to be civilized. Whatever had happened between them on the ride over had dragged him straight back into the madness. And judging by the lazy smirk tugging at Harper’s lips, she’d enjoyed every second of it.

“Lottie... You look... You are simply beautiful and stunning. I’m lucky the Moon Goddess chose you as my mate.” Livie came to me and whispered in a very low and soft voice only for my ear, “The Alpha Prince is sooo handsome. And he’s generous whether in spelling you with money or praising you. He’s definitely better than Hayden. He is a perfect match for you.” I blushed again and took a glance at Theo. Today he wore a tailor-made black suit that hugged his tall body perfectly, showing off his long and slender legs, paired with a white shirt underneath with a few buttons undone, giving me a glimpse of his sexy collar bones and fair chest.

He and I were involved in the planning of this wedding while nurturing a possible attraction but not one greater than what I felt for Theo but all this was unfair to Harper. He stepped away from me as Theo drew closer to us. “You do realize Mirabella is my wife, don't you little brother.” My eyes bounced between the two brothers, the heat in the area rose up and my chest constricted, I needed another drink. Harper's eyes didn't leave mine. He watched as Theo came to stand beside me and took my hand in his. “Mirabella is my wife and I advise that you respect that.” What was Theo even saying? Was he drunk or blind or delusional? What was it with him and this wedding and the godforsaken wife ti

If Sadie were exposed because of him, I swore I’d tear him apart with my own hands. He, smooth as a conman, didn’t miss a beat. “Bella, Damon,” he said with an affable bow. “Of course I’m here—to accompany my fiancée, the brilliant and famous Sereya Essen.” He kissed the bare shoulder he’d pulled close and looped an arm possessively around Sadie. I tasted bile at the sight. Every instinct screamed to step forward, to strip the pretense from both of them, to plant my hand in Theo’s throat and squeeze until there was nothing left.

"How is that possible? Beatrice Vane never loses. She is the most powerful woman I know." "Well, she lost this time," I hissed, standing up and pacing beside her. "Thea did something. She’s changed. She’s not the quiet, broken girl we used to kick around. She’s dangerous now. But I don't care how strong she thinks she is. I am going to ruin her. I am going to take everything she loves and burn it to the ground." Sherry looked at me, seeing the fire in my eyes. "And that is why we are going to that place your father told us about.”

She pulled her dress up and walked to the window, her back to him. “You’re not him, are you?” Her voice was quiet, devoid of its earlier warmth. Theo’s heart plummeted. He sat up, pulling on his jeans. “Zara…” “The Theo in the pictures paraglided in Bali. There’s a tiny scar on his left knee from the landing. You don’t have it.” She turned around. Her eyes weren’t angry. They were deeply, profoundly sad. “Who are you?” The whole sordid truth tumbled out. The boring job, the enhanced profile, the loneliness that had curdled into deception. He told her everything, watching the woman he’d just been inside of shrink away from him with every word.