روايات وقصص ضمن Viscount Bridgerton

"I'm the one who sent Jamie the bracelet. I'm his anonymous admirer." Silence hung between them, the confession settling like a storm cloud. Tessa's mind raced, recalling Jamie's excitement over the mysterious gifts, his hope to meet his anonymous sugar daddy and it’s been George all along? "Why?" she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. George ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident. "I saw how close he was to you, how much he needed to feel valued, he was the easiest bait to help actualize my plan and it worked"

Albeit the sky was dark, the lights across everywhere illuminated her vision. Driving through the circular driveway, the driver halted the car at the feet of a sumptuous looking mansion that wowed Missy away the moment her eyes met with it. She forgot who’s taking her in, he’s not ordinarily named the youngest billionaire in the city. These are one of the qualifications that made him that, one could guess the exorbitant fortune it took to construct the house. And it’s easily one of the richest homes in the city. It was richly built and well fortified with elegance.

I kept my chin high and my expression carefully unreadable, the same mask I'd worn through years of missions far more dangerous than a room full of hopeful brides — even as my pulse hammered beneath my ribs harder than it had during the entire break-in the night before. Focus, Valeria. You didn't come here to be looked at. You came here to get close enough to end this. Then I saw him. Two pairs of eyes — his and his beta's — locked onto me from across the crowded room, cutting through the sea of hopeful young women like I was the only person present. Golden eyes, sharp and intense, exactly like the ones I'd seen in the garden the night before. The king.

Sam said as he made a spin around her examining every angle of the dress then he looked at his assistant and clapped his hands, “Bring out the black shoes and get the makeup ready, you don’t have much time. We need to turn you into the belle of the ball. You’re still considered this month’s favorite bride while attention is still on you you need to make sure that you look the part. The wife of the infamous ex-bahelor Vincent Valory will be getting more attention than she wants from all the women who had hoped to occupy her posision.” Sam explained as he led her back into the room and started getting her hair and make up done.

“Noble Viscount Rubert, I was beaten up! Please do me justice!” Tracy was excited. This man was a viscount in The Empire of the Sun that Never Sets, a real noble! She hoped that she could one day be the wife of a viscount. Of course, the most important thing right now was to crush the man that dared to hit her. Tracy’s crooked face turned as cold as ice. ‘It’s close!’ ‘Rubert’s footsteps are getting closer!’ Everyone held their breaths. The following moments would surely display Rubert’s frightful fury.

"You better do. Get that girl out of my house and find a convincing reason for bringing her into the house. My name mustn't be dragged into this, understood!?" "Understood sir" I fumed with rage. *** *** *** Happy Restaurant. Vivian's pov "I'm telling you" one of the customers pouted at others who did not seem to believe what he was saying. I moved round the tables, packing the used plates and cups. He leaned over and continued "These so-called billionaire families have no shame. I heard the bride canceled the wedding, and they sent their guards searching for a young suitable bride". With a developed interest in the little gossip, I returned to the counter.

Like how he had to agree. When he first saw her through the blinds earlier he thought she was one of the guests, but seeing her at closer range, he knew she's just a kid with a heavy responsibility to carry out. But this girl before him appeared strong, she wasn't even shedding tears. His sister, Isabella who was married off to the Davis Family cried till the day she was taken away and ever since he only sees her on important occasions only. Like tonight. He studied the figure before him, short, petite with a cute face. The green dress fitted her perfectly. He's sure she isn't even aware of how gorgeous she looks because she didn't appear to care. Her face shows how uncomfortable she is to b

I can feel his eyes boring into my back as I walk away, but I don’t dare look back at him. As I walk through the crowd, I spot Veronica across the room. She’s talking with some man I don’t recognize, but her posture is perfect and her smile radiant, as always. She’s everything I could never be. Confident. Successful. Accomplished. She fits here. I never will. I calm my nerves and take a deep breath. "Leila." The voice stops me. I turn slowly, almost feel extreme reluctance to look at anyone, and there he is. Alexander Hawke. The man I’m about to marry. The billionaire. The stranger.

He scooped up her right hand and raised it to his lips, brushing a faint but heated kiss to her knuckles, and all the while his gaze was fixed on hers. "I am Viscount Sheridan." The name sent her reeling. This was the young viscount she'd studied fervently in Debrett's? The one whose name she'd heard mentioned in whispers by other young ladies. How he kissed like a dream and danced like a prince. She'd convinced herself he must be a fair-haired, fine-boned aristocrat prone to meticulous studies in a cozy library. She'd never been more wrong. Cedric was all vitality, all masculinity, and pure raw seduction. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, my lord," she answered, notably breathless. T

He is willing to do anything just to have what he desires. To say he even offered his daughter for the abandoned castle, the child who is meant to be his diamond and since then, the queen made sure to have all his movement watched. She can’t let him do something that will be a bad cause to the royal family. “The viscountess turned to be stung by a bee and is currently undergoing treating back at our castle. Which made her suggest that her little diamond shall attend the party in her place.” He revealed, with no ounce of remorse as he told over the lies they made with his wife.