Viscount Edmund Bridgerton Novels & Stories

"Hello, Mr...?" "Edmond. Edmond Mathews." "Hello, Mr Mathews. What can I," she walked over to this man, pressing her breasts against his chest, "do for you?" Madeline watched as he smiled like a hungry dog. "I have heard a lot about you, Your Majesty," Edward explained as she felt his eyes undressing her. "And you have perked my interest. I believe that you and I could do so much together, rule the Kingdoms together. I am a powerful Vampire heir, and you are a Queen on her way to becoming a Goddess," he moaned as she stroked his torso as she twirled her way behind him. She pressed her body against his back, massaging his shoulders.

“Who gave you the love potions?” A garrote around the neck was an iron-clad guarantee of truth. The viscount grunted, farted, and came clean. Of course, it had been Abigail’s doing. For the sake of variety, the viscount wasn’t her relative, but a shirttail cousin of Ruthina’s husband, and he had readily agreed to a short marriage. His task had been to court Carlie, and after my marriage, arrange an accident for her, with the queen’s help.

Not able to look at him again, I kept my head down as I rushed past him, grabbing the door handle. “Charlotte,” He called out, and I froze, knowing I hadn’t told him my name. “Does my nephew not satisfy you? You have to consider hiring an escort?” “Nephew? What do you…” The blood drained from my face as I sobered quickly, finally recognizing the naked man I had just been pressed up against. Derek Moretti, Justin’s uncle. I had almost just kissed my husband’s uncle. “It would be great if we could pretend like I was never here,” I begged, my free hand shaking at my side.

he said. “What do you mean you can’t do this?” She asked “This union. The whole arrangement” he stated. “It seems wrong.” Victoria’s flawlessly formed eyebrows raised. “Wrong?” she inquired. “You’re telling me it’s wrong that you’re engaged to a woman from a respectable family?” “Yes,” he said firmly. “Bridget is not who you believe her to be.” Victoria sighed. “And who specifically do you think she is Carson?” She asked “She is a woman who spends her nights in clubs, who drinks excessively and who doesn’t care about anything serious.” He said.

(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.

I answered so easily that the light in her eyes dimmed even more. Just then, a servant's voice came from outside the door. "Your Highness, the three gentlemen have arrived." I broke into a smile. "Please, bring them in. These three gentlemen are the best I could find. I guarantee you will be pleased, Princess." Before Keisha could respond, I stood up and welcomed them inside. When the three men entered, Keisha froze. Her eyes went wide. Because each of them carried a trace of her adopted brother, Gregory Maynard. One had his eyes. Another had his build. The third had his nose and jawline.

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.

He continued staring at her, making her nervous. “Your hand is still bleeding,” he pointed out. He took out his handkerchief from his pocket. Zephyr gasped when he held her wrist and cleaned the blood himself. “Yo…you don’t have to do th…that, milord,” Zephyr stuttered. Her cheeks turned red, and she whipped her head left and right to check if anyone was watching. A high-standing person like the Viscount shouldn’t even be seen with someone of her status—a slave. It might ruin his reputation.

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.

Keith poured some scotch for everyone. “Yes,” Serena looked out of the window as if recalling the events. “My father was the fourth son of a Viscount, Viscount of Aston. Since he was never going to inherit the title, and he wanted adventure, he landed in America to try his luck. He did strike luck, he made a fortune owning several plantations. I grew up in a giant house like a princess. As soon as I turned 17, I was introduced to a charming man. William Rutherford. He was a nice man and to make a long story short, we got married after a brief courtship. I can't say if it was a passionate marriage, as it was arranged by my father but I was happy. William was a good man and took care of me. In