Viscount Bridgerton Novels & Stories

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE FIFTY ONE THEME: Start a family IDAHO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA AT SANDERS MANSION "You look pretty Alexis.” Bay complimented the maid who had a pretty red rose sitting in her her hair. She moved a chair at the dinning and sat in it. "Thank you, miss Bay.” Alexis replied with a smile as she dished out food. Bay picked up a spoon and stuffed food in her mouth. “Wow! This is so good! Delicious!” She have Alexis a thumps up.

I said, trying to keep my emotions in check, preventing him from noticing the heat on my cheeks. He moved closer, flipping the chair to face me directly. His gaze locked onto my face, and he noticed the redness creeping up my neck. "Is Mrs. Gordon having fun right now?" he asked teasingly. I tried to look away, but he gently pulled my face back to his. His hand rested on my chin, scrutinizing every detail of my expression. I wore a white shirt with a few buttons undone, exposing my delicate neck. I could see the hunger in his eyes—a hunger that had nothing to do with food.

“Hi Becca, is good to see you again, I have being away on a business meeting abroad and I just return back last week. How have you being? “I’m doing well sir and you…I hope the meeting went fine….? I said trying not to sound so tensed, even though I don’t like the way we stood close to each other and I can perceive his nice cologne. “Sure, it was great. Thanks for asking. I can see you are on your way home… I nodded with a smile and he smiled back, before telling me good bye. I replied as he watch me walked away. Jojo visited me to show me her engagement ring. She just got engaged by her lover who she calls “sugar”

The man she had been promised to. After what felt like an eternity to the curious and impatient young woman, the carriage door finally opened, and a man alighted, taking great time. He was of average build, hardly tall, but tall enough to shame a dwarf, or so it was from where she stood. He had greying hair on his head, and chin of equally greying beard. He was richly dressed and an air of aloofness hung around him. He had to be Lord Cossington, the current Viscount of Sorway, she thought.

She was assigned to him by Grandmother, and he had always hated her for it, yet she was the only one he fully relied on. For years, I was certain love would bloom between them, but it never did. "Who is it?" he asked, resigned. "Natalia Ivanov, daughter of Nikolai Ivanov and heiress to an oil empire. Oil is an industry we have yet to enter, and this will be our in." "Natalia Ivanov?" he repeated. “The socialite? She's a spoiled materialistic airhead." Grandmother narrowed her eyes at him. "She's your soon-to-be fiancee. She's a sweet girl, Emerson. You'll see soon enough.”

Viso was a respectable man and known for his good works around the world. She was terrified thinking about his reaction if this turned out to be true. But how would she know that she was not married to some respectable billionaire but the mafia royalty? The Boss of Bosses, The Bonkers, Viso D'Angelo!

Aiden’s father was in the forefront, followed by Aiden and I. I noticed something in the lady’s dressing. It was an eighteenth-century fashion. Maybe Aiden has arranged a ball, like that in Lady Whistletown’s piece, the Bridgerton series. “No offence, sire,” she sounded refined, like the most brilliant figure picked from the past and brought to the present to block our way and tell us whatever she has in stock for us. “What do you wish for, woman?” Aiden’s father mimicked her tone. Everyone except me laughed. I was merely curious to figure out what luxury they have in stock for us this time.

"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"

A lethal glimmer ignited within my gaze. There was absolutely no way I would allow this man to depart my city unscathed. The Viscount cast his eyes upon the Baron, who had arrived fashionably late to the dinner, and all the insults he had meticulously crafted vanished into thin air, leaving his mind utterly blank. Elegant. Gazing upon Riel, Viscount Milan couldn't help but be captivated by his regal presence. In that moment, he forgot his own noble status, for Riel embodied the essence of true nobility

The girl looked up to Alesteria and her eyes brightened, something that made her look cuter from Alesteria's perspective. "I-I'm Evangie C-Cristoff. My family is a V-Viscount." 'A Viscount. Not bad.' A Viscount house may not appear to have much authority, which is true, yet this is not a weakness. They can get away with anything and the nobility won't notice because they aren't regarded as 'high rank' by the majority of the aristocracy. Most Barons and Viscounts are commoner tradesmen who earned or purchased a title for themselves.