Novel & Cerita Viscount Bridgerton

Keith poured some scotch for everyone. “Yes,” Serena looked out of the window as if recalling the events. “My father was the fourth son of a Viscount, Viscount of Aston. Since he was never going to inherit the title, and he wanted adventure, he landed in America to try his luck. He did strike luck, he made a fortune owning several plantations. I grew up in a giant house like a princess. As soon as I turned 17, I was introduced to a charming man. William Rutherford. He was a nice man and to make a long story short, we got married after a brief courtship. I can't say if it was a passionate marriage, as it was arranged by my father but I was happy. William was a good man and took care of me. In

I needed to look untouchable today. “Is Liam here?” I asked, adjusting the neckline of my dress. Matilda barely had time to respond when a deep, familiar voice filled the room. “I’m here, baby.” I turned, my breath catching just slightly at the sight of Liam. He looked devastatingly handsome. His black suit was tailored to perfection, hugging his tall frame effortlessly. The crisp white shirt beneath contrasted sharply against the rich velvet of his deep navy tie. His hair, usually tousled with careless charm, was styled smoothly, swept back to highlight his strong jawline and striking honey eyes. He looked like he had stepped out of a magazine— polished, refined, and entirely too attractive

“So, how are things, “ he asks. “I don’t even know your name. “ I admit, “Because you refused to tell me. “ “I didn’t refuse, I said it wasn’t important. “ I keep glaring at him and he tips his head. “I am Max. Nice to meet you. Officially now. “ It takes me a second, and that grows into five. That’s when one of the waiters approaches with a tray full of glasses. “Would you like anything for you, Sir? Or for the lady?” Sir… “Yes, thank you, Ben. '' he picks up two glasses and passes me one. He knows the name of the staff in the manor. “You… you are…” He is looking at me. “Yes?” “You don’t work here?” I blurt out, “You are this Max. … Dominic’s brother. “ “Unfortunately for him, yes. And you’

he said. “What do you mean you can’t do this?” She asked “This union. The whole arrangement” he stated. “It seems wrong.” Victoria’s flawlessly formed eyebrows raised. “Wrong?” she inquired. “You’re telling me it’s wrong that you’re engaged to a woman from a respectable family?” “Yes,” he said firmly. “Bridget is not who you believe her to be.” Victoria sighed. “And who specifically do you think she is Carson?” She asked “She is a woman who spends her nights in clubs, who drinks excessively and who doesn’t care about anything serious.” He said.

It is easier to call them Tado I and II. — It is an honor to meet Baroness Vanilla in person. — A Viscount, a Duke, and a Baroness are sitting next to me. To tell you the truth, I didn't expect you to have trained in mud and dust with such important people. Well, my partner was the Crown Prince. What life have I been leading these past years? Will I start to look angry and have a long beard like the other nobles?

"Don't mind him. He's upset that Christopher made a decision based on his heart rather than a business spreadsheet. He'll come around eventually." Eleanor guided me through the ballroom, introducing me to various family members and business associates. Most were polite, if reserved, their curiosity barely concealed behind practiced social smiles. I answered their questions with as much grace as I could muster, aware of Christopher's steady presence beside me the entire time. Then I saw her. Victoria Ashford stood near the bar, stunning in a blood-red gown that clung to every curve. Her blonde hair fell in perfect waves down her back, and her smile was sharp as a knife as she watched us appro

She stopped at the window, pulling back the heavy velvet curtain to look down at the courtyard. Guests were beginning to arrive—the elite of the city, titans of industry, and socialites whose opinions were as sharp as needles. Near the fountain, she spotted Marcus Thorne. His suit was impeccably tailored, his posture commanding as he shook hands with a senator. He looked up, catching her eye, and gave a slow, measured nod. There was something in his expression—not quite a smile, not quite a smirk—that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

"I said, His Highness is free before nine." "Damn you, Abby! I've told you I don't want to meet any lord or duke or whoever with the title." Edvard scowled. He had plenty of noble fathers who wanted to play matchmaker, matchmaking their daughters and him. Like they were selling their daughters. "Lord Silverstone doesn't have any daughter, Your Highness." Said Abigail calmly. Twenty years being Edvard's personal assistant, she knew him inside out. She didn't hesitate to make physical contact, like she did earlier, forcing him back to sit. But she never left the honorific behind whenever she talked to him.

The way his eyes met mine through the mirror sometimes looked like he recognized me. I really needed to find out his name and send it to Blake. Something about this man felt strange. “We’re here, sir,” the driver announced. Oh, thank God. My ears had suffered enough. I pushed the door open and stepped out. The bridal store looked magnificent from the outside alone. Huge glass doors stood proudly against white marble walls decorated with gold designs around the entrance. Everything looked expensive. The driver quickly rushed to open the door for Cassie. “Took you long enough,” she sighed dramatically.

She put her little finger under her eye, pretending there was a tear. "Oh, Clara, you are too naive. Sisters? do you have any idea how much I have to put up with you all these years. Clara Bellavance, the vintner's heiress. Loved by everyone since birth, had everything she ever wanted in life, you had never known hardships or misery. Do you think I ever liked you? I had to pretend to hang around you and acted all friendly to you because I had to if i wanted to stay in your place.