Romans & histoires Viscount Bridgerton

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.

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..."

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.

Aldrich sneered as he stormed out. Christopher had just come back when he saw his usually calm brother storming off. He raised an eyebrow towards his valet, Max Pike. The young valet followed Christopher to his room and told all the gossip he had heard from the parlor maids. The next morning Christopher set off to Viscount Clifford’s house. He asked for the Viscount for his daughter’s hand in marriage. The Viscount was a tactful man of court. He didn’t want to make powerful enemies. He politely declined Christopher and send him off. Beatrice sneaked away from her house and intercepted him midway.

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

(Sybil’s POV) They both turned around when they heard the door open. I got a good look at the woman and immediately recognized her. It was none other than Willa Worthington, a famous actress who just happened to be John’s former fiancée. She had been abroad for the past three years, but evidently she had just returned. I was very well acquainted with her, too. We had known each other our entire lives. We weren’t exactly best friends growing up, far from it.

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

Roland assessed the lady and nodded in satisfaction, she was a beauty. "Yo man, you got a big fish here to satisfy you." Liam teased. Chris lazily turned his gaze toward the lady standing before him like an obedient lamb. He belched and said, "You look familiar, young lady, have we made out before?" Cara bent her head more and wished for a saving grace.