Viscount Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Fussing with her shawl and pulling her dainty marigold gloves on she looked up at me with cold, unfeeling eyes. “I saw him yesterday. At 18 Baker Street if you must know. He was perfection, but just like you, love does not conquer status. I shall be the next Viscountess Clyde and ensure that vile Adaline Churchill has only a fleeting victory.” Such a vicious, ruthless streak scared me. I saw a younger version of my mother emerging. Her teachings had not been for nothing after all. With deliberate calculation she had lied to me about James, her honour had been traded for a cheap thrill.

Zephyr hesitated before nervously replying, “I...I’m Zephyr.” “That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he said with a smile. “I’m Viscount Noah Rodriguez. May I help you with those items?” Zephyr was stunned. Why would a Viscount care about someone like her? “No, thank you, milord. I can manage,” she stammered. But as fate would have it, one of the items nearly fell, and the Viscount caught it in time. “I insist,” he said, taking most of the items from her hands leaving her with a small bag.

Finally seated, she leaned towards him, "I'm impressed." Rafael lifted his lips in a semblance of a smile. He was always reserved around other people but she didn't mind. "They say the cheese board here is excellent. So is the beef Wellington." He murmured while looking at the menu. She snorted, sure he was blushing. "So, how did you know the Viscount?" She prodded after they ordered. "His mother and mama are first cousins," he answered while playing with her fingers. "And business."

Atthy asked as she stood on the balcony overlooking the hall. "Duchess, forgive me, Duchess, but..." Before Helena could finish speaking, one of the women loudly interrupted. "This servant won't let us in!" cried Judith, the Viscountess of Eugence, who arrived looking flashy and glamorous. "Exactly," added Viscountess Patricia Durant, who was dressed similarly, "This servant is too arrogant to block us, the nobility!" "Duchess," greeted Viscountess Eleanor Diomira, another woman in the group, who smiled as sweetly as she could, "We’ve come to greet you..."

Isang malalim na buntong-hininga ang pinakawalan ng matanda at hinayaan na lamang ang tadhana sa kakahitnan ng babaeng kausap. Sa labas ng airport, katabi ng isang pulang luxury car na Aston Martin DB11, nakatayo roon ang isang makisig na lalaki, nakasuot ng puting linen polo na nakalilis ang manggas, khaki shorts, at mamahaling loafers. Sa kanyang mga mata na natatakpan ng Ray-Ban shades, litaw ang awra ng isang lalaking sanay mag-utos at sundin.. Ang lalaki ay nagngangalang si Marcus de Vera.

someone immediately comes over and greets, looking at Natalie who is holding Oliver's arm and asks with a smile, "Is this beautiful lady Mrs. Windsor?" This person is a businessman from another city. The people in the circle had said that Mr. Windsor married Watson family's illegitimate daughter, a young model named Natalie, but this is the first time they have seen her. This illegitimate daughter is too beautiful and elegant! She outshines Hailey, the legitimate wife!