Viscount Bridgerton の小説・ストーリー

’ She smiled up at the extremely handsome man in his white uniform, ‘Viscount Loxley at your disposal My Lady. He grinned down at her and she giggled with delight, You are a Viscount?’ Without realising it the two of them walked toward the table together heads close chatting like old friends as he explained why he was in the US Military and what his lineage was. Luke was the sole heir to the Loxley Estate just outside Nottingham, when his father died he would become the Duke of Loxley. He held out her chair and sat down beside her and they spent the whole meal talking and laughing as if they had known each other for years, Luke had met her before, when her parents had died he had represented

Liam's voice shook, a mixture of disbelief and rage threading through each syllable. Mrs. Voss swallowed again, glancing at Mr. Voss. His expression was unreadable, frozen in shock, jaw slack, hands gripping the arms of his chair. “My ex-boyfriend,” she continued slowly, “he came back from England years ago. I… I visited him. That’s all I intended, just a visit. But one night… one night, things went too far. We were… we were drunk. And… we had sex.” Her eyes flicked down, shame and guilt radiating from every line of her face.

His presence had become something she relied on without realizing it—his steadiness, his warmth, his certainty. Before she could gather her breath, the door slid open. It wasn’t Dante. It was Verena. Her heels clicked sharply on the floor as she stepped inside, arms crossed, red lips curved in something like satisfaction. “So,” Verena drawled, “you’ve caused quite the disaster, haven’t you?” Amara stiffened. “This isn’t the time.” “Oh, I think it’s the perfect time.” Verena leaned against the console. “I warned you earlier. Dante burns everything he touches. And somehow—somehow—you’re at the center of all of this.”

Emily took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart as she stood outside the wedding chapel. She had imagined this moment a million times, but never quite like this. She was about to marry a man she barely knew, a man who was over double her age and a billionaire businessman named Alexander Pierce. The door to the chapel opened, and a woman in a white gown emerged, followed by a man who was clearly her groom. Emily stepped forward, taking her place at the back of the line. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

The camera flashes pulled her back to the present. Aria turned slightly, the weight of her diamond ring catching the light as she lifted her hand just enough for the photographers. Her smile was soft, practiced, almost believable. Almost. Beside her, Ethan stood tall and composed, one hand resting lightly at her waist. To anyone watching, they looked perfect. Powerful. Elegant. Untouchable. A billionaire and his bride. A marriage people envied before it even began. But Aria felt it. The distance. Even now.

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

Ethan replied, his tone equally controlled. Adrian’s gaze shifted to me. Slowly. Deliberately. “And this must be the fiancée,” he said. I felt the weight of his attention like a spotlight. I forced a small, polite smile. “Ava Bennett,” I said. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “Interesting,” he murmured. Something about the way he said it made my skin prickle. “Congratulations,” he added, though it didn’t sound entirely sincere. “Thank you,” I replied.

"Who was that man who interfered yesterday, anyway? From the moment he came in, he had been staring at you. He had his sunglasses on but there was no doubt he was looking at you the whole time. Is he your suitor?" I almost choked on my own saliva at her question but I shook my head. "He's someone I know and he needed something from me." Jade let out an exasperated gasp. "Is he... a loan shark? Are you in debt, Valerie? How much?" "What? No! He's not a loan shark and he's not my suitor. He's just someone I know and he wants something and he needs my help," I ended up saying. It isn't exactly a lie but it is better than telling her the truth and a total lie.

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.