Viscount Bridgerton Novels & Stories

I waved my hand lightly. “You did nothing wrong. Go on.” She nodded. “Sebastian Knight is Las Vegas’ finest billionaire. He’s a man of caliber. Powerful, handsome, smart, and a huge business mogul.” “Oh… I see.” “Yes. He has won Las Vegas’ Most Handsome and Influential Man award consistently for the past five years. Mind you, he never shows up to collect those awards. Rumor has it he’s extremely arrogant.” “I agree with the rumors,” I muttered before I could stop myself.

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.

(Viscount Johnathan) Viscount Johnathan, a silvered haired man, dressed neatly in a suits, for everyone in the room, all of them looked at him with envy and also hope, as he was the only noble here, that actually have a direct connection with Aeternum leadership, He had married his daughter to an Aeternum Nobiilty that had connection with Aeternum Military. Since then, inside the Queen camps, he is the one trusted mediator between Prime Minister Wilfrid and the Aeterum Military.

Then another voice echoed across the mansion. “So this is the woman grandfather forced you to marry?” Ariana slowly looked up. A beautiful woman wearing a red designer dress stood near the staircase with crossed arms. Her sharp eyes scanned Ariana from head to toe mockingly. Damien sighed softly. “Vanessa.” Vanessa Monteverde. Damien’s younger sister. Unlike Damien, Vanessa openly showed her disgust. “Oh my God.” Vanessa laughed lightly. “She looks poorer than I expected.” Ariana felt embarrassed instantly. Damien’s expression remained emotionless.

“It's so nice to see you. Did I tell you already that this hairstyle suits you a lot? Makes you look like a real hunk- She goes on and on about his looks. Her hand stays still on his forearm and when she reaches for his hair, Asher flinches lightly, his brows ceasing together as he instinctively takes a step back. I move fast, walking past the chatting group of people. The noise from my heel catches Ariel's attention. I pin her with a glare as I stand next to Asher and lock our arms together. “Hello, Mrs. Viscot. It's a surprise to see you here,” I plaster a polite smile. She skims her eyes over me, forcing a smile back. “Where's Mr. Viscot? Did you lock him in the car?” I joke, laughing as

’ Pale, soft, and chubby… My mind conjured an image of a freshly baked Chelsea bun. The golf cart turned a bend on the path. A vast expanse of green opened up before us. In the distance were forests and a lake. Closer by stood two men in athletic wear, deep in conversation. The man in the dark blue top and tan trousers was Colin Bridgerton. Beside him, standing a good half-head taller in pristine white sportswear, was a figure of unmatched elegance. He had the broad shoulders and narrow waist of an athlete, and when he turned his head, the light carved out a profile so handsome it seemed airbrushed.

Known for his brilliance, precision, and almost unnerving composure, he had built a reputation that few dared to question. “Put it on my account,” he repeated. Mrs. Sterling blinked rapidly, startled. “What? What do you mean…Mr. Ashford, you don’t have to. It’s fine—” “It’s expensive, isn’t it?” Ethan asked without looking at her. “Yes,” Nelly blurted out before Mrs. Sterling could speak. “She broke an imperial vase!” She turned to Maya. “Do you know how rare that is? It’s the real one from the Qing Dynasty, worth nearly two hundred million dollars!”

I‌t is not‍ extravagant, not d‍ramatic, but it is un‌de‍niably bridal⁠. From the outsi​de, we look​ like any other coupl‍e standing a⁠t the edge o⁠f fore‌ver. A little nervous and a bit flu⁠sh‍ed. You would never gu⁠ess this marriage is born fr⁠om n⁠ecessity instead of love. There is one de⁠ta‍il in tha‌t reflection I cannot ignor‌e, Dami‍an‌ has not taken his eyes‍ o⁠ff me not even for once.

And there, standing with his back to me, looking out at the view, was Alexander Knight. He was taller than I remembered. Broad shoulders, dark hair, wearing a charcoal suit that probably cost more than my rent. He didn't turn around when I stepped out of the elevator. "Mr. Knight?" My voice sounded steadier than I felt. He turned slowly, and I got my first real look at him. Sharp jawline, dark eyes, the kind of face that belonged on magazine covers. He was handsome, I'd give him that. But there was something cold about his expression, like he was calculating something behind those eyes.