Viscount Bridgerton の小説・ストーリー

His sense was also not working well because of certain news. Sitting on his chair, Alex opened his PC and turned the video on once again. There, a girl in a maid dress was serving drinks to Anastasia Evans. She is clearly a private servant for the noble maiden. And the girl was none other than his forced bride that his grandfather has found him! Flashback Started ... Almost an hour earlier ... After Chloe was out to bring their lunch, Cameron once again got busy with his work. A few minutes later, his phone started ringing and it was from the man whom he has given the task about Chloe.

She raised her hand to knock but paused a while listening to the loud conversation from inside. “Is Sean here yet?” “No, lady Sophie.” The young lady whined and screamed frustrated, “Make my hair again, I'm sure he's coming.” The young lady, Sophie, is the daughter of Minister Logan, a powerful and influential figure. Sophie is deeply infatuated with Sean and believes he is the perfect match for her. She is determined to make him hers, regardless of his feelings. “I will dress so beautiful that he won't be able to take his eyes off me.” She muttered to herself, her smile wide and bright.

The long silent journey was over as we reached my penthouse, Like the gentleman I was, to secure the curiosity of anyone that followed us, I opened the door to pick her up, carrying her in my arms, her cheeks flushed with red… how smitten she fell for me. I took inside,climbing the stairs then dropping her at her room, already arranged for her. “That’s enough acting for today, get some rest” I said, letting her know this was all fake. She only nodded but her body language said something different, she was amused and confused. I turned back to set things straight” “Olivia” I said, she hummed, her eyes finally facing me. “This marriage is purely but a play, you are only my wife on paper, you h

It was magnificent. The car stopped at the front steps and for a moment she couldn’t move. Her fingers clung to the seatbelt in anxiety. Clara opened the door. “We’re here.” Lena stepped out. Her shoes sank slightly into the rain-soaked gravel, and the cold air hit her immediately. Up close,the mansion’s perfection felt heavier.The windows reflected the gray sky her figure splintered into a hundred versions of herself–timid, unsure and terrified. A gentleman in a charcoal tailcoat so perfectly ironed bowed at the threshold and inclined his head the way people trained to never surprise anyone inclined their heads. His name badge read HOLLIS. He offered a gloved hand without waiting for hers.

She leaned back in her seat and looked at me quizzically. “Ex-husband, once he agrees to get a divorce,” I corrected her, “but, yes, that’s exactly right.” She shook her head in bewilderment. “I don’t get what he’s trying to do. Doesn’t he see how much simpler it would be for him if you were divorced? Then he could marry… What did you say her name was, again?” “Willa,” I said, “the one and only Willa Worthington.” “Willa Worthington? The actress?” Emma gawked at me.

“It's so nice to see you. Did I tell you already that this hairstyle suits you a lot? Makes you look like a real hunk- She goes on and on about his looks. Her hand stays still on his forearm and when she reaches for his hair, Asher flinches lightly, his brows ceasing together as he instinctively takes a step back. I move fast, walking past the chatting group of people. The noise from my heel catches Ariel's attention. I pin her with a glare as I stand next to Asher and lock our arms together. “Hello, Mrs. Viscot. It's a surprise to see you here,” I plaster a polite smile. She skims her eyes over me, forcing a smile back. “Where's Mr. Viscot? Did you lock him in the car?” I joke, laughing as

I have made a big mistake. Alexander Smith, my supposed bride is not to be known by anyone else but me since she just arrived in the United States. Secondly, she is supposed to be a business person and not a cook. From the tag name on his coat, I see his name. Mr. James Martins. James Martins has been Alexa's boss for God knows how long. If she eventually accepts my proposal which I am 90% sure of now, then James will be a problem. I watch him gulp loudly, composing himself before flashing her a smile.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

“Champagne, sweetheart. And no, you won’t be drinking any.” He pouted until Ethan stepped into the room. My breath caught. He wore a tailored black suit that fit him like sin—sharp edges, dark silk, broad shoulders. His hair was styled back, jaw clean-shaven, eyes focused and intense. He looked like someone carved out of authority and danger. Like someone the world listened to. “You two look perfect,” he said, voice warming when he saw us. Heat crept up my neck. I wore a deep emerald satin gown that dipped modestly at the neckline and hugged my waist before flowing to the floor. My hair was curled loosely, makeup soft but elegant—Ava would have been proud.