Theo Sharpe Bridgerton Romane & Geschichten

Her lipstick was slightly smudged as she brushed her cinnamon edges into place, pushed up her bosom, and pulled her dress straight. All of them looked faintly disheveled. Thaines adjusted his jacket, and Theo fixed his tie. Pretty obvious what they have been up to. Then her eyes lifted, landed on me, and her mouth opened into an O. "You came!" Azara squeaked as she bounded over to us. She was sunshine embodied in a shimmering, gold-sequined maxi dress paired with silver lace-up heels. "Valen is going to have a stroke," Theo said, grinning. He looked dashing with his light-brown hair slicked back, and the gold accents made his cognac eyes glow.

Aria saw faces she recognized—Claire, sketching the guests; Sienna, arguing with a critic about the lighting; Marcus, holding Hope on his shoulders so she could see. And in the center of the room, standing in front of the largest canvas—a painting of a boy standing on a bridge, looking at a city made of glass—was Theo. He was twenty-four. Tall, broad-shouldered, with paint under his fingernails and a smile that reached his eyes. He was talking to a woman in a floral dress. Sarah Miller. Sarah looked older, her hair streaked with grey, but her face was peaceful. She was listening to Theo explain the brushstrokes, her hand resting lightly on his arm.

Financial and structural crimes. Theo ascending the throne. “And the newly appointed ruler, Theodore Bennett, is to be engaged to Lady Seraphine Drahzar.” For a moment, everything went still. The sound of the television felt distant, like it was coming from another room entirely. I stared at the screen, waiting for the newscaster to correct himself, to say it had been a mistake. But it didn’t. “No,” I said under my breath. “That’s not—” I didn’t even finish the thought before the door opened, and I turned so fast it made my head spin.

If I manage to expose his infidelity somehow tarnish his reputation as tarnished as mine is, maybe that would make Isabella not want to be his Luna. I'm currently looking at Theo like a fucking maniac, thinking of all the ways I could fuck him over, that's why I notice the change in his face. I notice the way his eyes literally start to glow, his chest pops up and he looks like he's looking at the best thing he's ever seen. And when I look that way, it all makes sense. Oh, yeah. This is about to get very, very interesting. "Theo!" The omega exclaims as she practically runs to us in a slutty dress. With each step, her heavy tits bounce and bounce.

"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.”

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. ***