Viscount Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"By any chance, is Mr. Viscount manipulative?" Andre smirked. "Ms. Lynn, you know how you accuse me of being manipulative? Tony Viscount is a fox." She laughed, turning the screen to him. Apparently, the marketer's social media showed that he liked men and the CEO of Viscount corporation had visited him at the club he always frequented at night and they had left together. Perhaps he hadn't informed the chief marketer that he had a mistress who had given birth for him already. "Interesting." Andre spoke as he read it, his eyes showing how impressed he was.

"Mi' Lady, we have an emergency." The Viscountess straightens her spine and looks towards her men. "Speak" "The Viscount is home." His eyes are wide. "And he is not well. He says he was attacked by a dragon."

And the man who saved them now stood at the altar, tall and unyielding. Damien Blackwood. The city’s most ruthless billionaire. Impeccably suited, dark eyes unreadable, lips pressed in a line that spoke of indifference rather than joy. When the priest told him to kiss the bride, Damien leaned in, his lips brushing hers for the briefest moment. To the crowd, it was romance. To Amelia, it was a contract sealed. “Remember your place,” he whispered. Her heart sank. Even on her wedding day, she was nothing but his pawn.

he asked, his voice sounding like he was genuinely concerned. Tessa lifted her teary eyes slowly, meeting his gaze, if looks could kill, Pedro would drop dead with the kind of stare she gave him. “Are you happy?” she shot back, her voice fluttering with resentment. “Are you truly happy at how your aunt humiliated me at dinner? It’s funny how she does not know what a sham this marriage is, I’m not sure she is aware that her nephew's wife was collateral from a bad deal with her father, that you married me for the sake of your rotten pride?”

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.