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[make-me-imagine]

Hearts Divided - A Nine Part Benedict Bridgerton Story (Masterlist)

Benedict Bridgerton x GN!Reader *sometimes might allude to a more feminine character, but no pronouns besides they/them are used (if you spot one I may have accidentally used, let me know!)

Story Synopsis:

Years ago, Edmund Bridgerton and Charles L/n, friends and equals, suddenly clashed and became enemies for unknown reasons. This caused a rift between the children of both families, who were then forced to never see each other again. Charles L/n took his family out of London not long later, and nothing had been seen of the family since.

Years later, Y/n L/n, their two siblings and their parents return to London. Even though Edmund Bridgerton is now deceased, Charles L/n, refuses to let go of the past.

Y/n is the opposite of their parents, they are kind, compassionate, and never understood the hatred of the Bridgertons. Once back in London, Y/n befriends Henry and Lucy Granville. And after attending one of his soirees, runs into a long lost friend, Benedict Bridgerton.

Once reunited, their friendship is rekindled, but not long later, difficulties arise. Not only because there were sworn enemies by their own fathers, but because their old friendship returns with a growing attraction between them now that they are adults.

What will they do when their attraction becomes an unbreakable bond? When the hatred of the Bridgerton's is still held strong by Y/n's father. A secret friendship turned romance, painful decisions and broken hearts may be all that lies in their future.

*Takes place between Seasons One and Two.

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Chapter One: A Bitter Separation

One day, after the sudden discovery that the long-held friendship between Edmund Bridgerton and Charles L/n has come to a sudden and abrupt end. Y/n is heartbroken when forcefully separated from the Bridgerton family, who unlike their own family, accepted and gave them love they knew nowhere else.

Years after being forced out of London by their father, Y/n learns they are to return for the season. Plagued by the thoughts of what will happen while they are there.

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Chapter Two: Reunited Hearts

Now back in London, Y/n awaits the moment they might once again see the Bridgerton family and in particular Benedict. After making the acquaintance of Sir Granville and his wife Lucy, Y/n is unaware of just how close they are to seeing her long lost friend again.

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Chapter Three: Resentment

During the first ball of the season, Sir Charles L/n comes face to face with the Bridgerton's for the first time. And to no ones surprise, remains resentful for the same unknown reasons. Y/n and Benedict steal a moment during a dance, but it does not end as they wish. And Y/n's night only ends with more questions and anger.

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Chapter Four: Rebellious Hearts

After sneaking out in the middle of the night to another Granville party, Y/n and Benedict are able to continue rebuilding their friendship. But as they talk throughout the night, they realize, what they have now, is much more.

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Chapter Five: Discovered

After a month of secret rendezvous, Benedict and Y/n's feelings have developed into a strong love. But as careful as they've have been, it seems that neither of them can keep their secrets from their parents for long.

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Chapter Six: Sacrifice for Love

After Y/n and Benedict's relationship is uncovered, Y/n is left to make a heartbreaking decision to save Benedict and his family from scandal and disgrace. The result? Sacrificing any chance of happiness they might have.

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Chapter Seven: Fate Unknown

As Y/n grows closer to losing their happiness forever, they send Benedict a message. One last goodbye in case they are separated forever. Refusing to give up hope, Benedict reignites Y/n hope there would be a happy ending to this story.

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Chapter Eight: Secrets Unraveled

After one last secret meeting with Benedict, Y/n learns of the information he discovered about Edmund’s discovery. With one last attempt at saving their future, Y/n finally discovers their father’s long hidden secret.

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Chapter Nine: Hearts United

What Y/n set out for has been finished. The secret that plagued their mind for years has finally been revealed. But will knowing it allow them to be freed from their punishment?

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╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ ╴╴╴╴˚ೃ ╴╴

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

‿︵‿︵‿୨ ୧‿︵‿︵‿

✿﹕ ︵︵✧₊︵︵ꕤ₊˚︵ ૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ﹕ɞ

. ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠. ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠. ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠

˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

─ · ─ · ─ · ─ · ─ ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑

°:. *₊ ° . ☆ °:. *₊ ° . ° .•

₊✧˚﹕︶︶︶﹕૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ₎ა﹕︶︶︶﹕ ˚✧₊

━━━━━━ʕ•㉨•ʔ━━━━━━━

꙳ ੭ * ‧ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ‧ ⨯ (๑>ᴗ<๑) . ⁺ ✦ * . ˚ ⨯ ੭ * ‧

(･ω･)つ ──────────── ⊂(･ω･)

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⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

︻デ═一・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

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＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

꒦ˎˊ˗ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ꒦꒷꒦₊˚

【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】

✠ ——— ✠ ——— ✠ ——— ✠

➽───────────────❥

。✯ ＼｜／。✯ ＼ ｜ ／✯ 。✯ ＼ ｜ ／✯ 。

ɷ( ' ' )ɷ : ⊹ ̟˖ ⁀꒷꒦ ꒰꒰ ⊹꒷︶

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

• ──────── ⌒⌒⌒ ︶︶︶

︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・

꒷︶꒥꒷‧₊ ໒( ” •̀ ᗜ •́ ” )७ ₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

: ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈・╴﹕꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱﹕╴・┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

╭────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╮

╰────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╯

ᗢ𓄹 ׅ ࣪ ˖︶꒷꒦⊹˚Ꮚ₊꒷︶꒷⊹˚Ꮺ

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

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[kykyonthemoon]

Breakfast

You knew he was dangerous. You knew that you should stay away. But when you found Sylus in the kitchen, making breakfast, he reminded you of what happened between the two of you the night before and you comprehended you had made a bargain with the devil, again.

── .✦ Sylus x Female Reader|MC

── .✦ Tags: R16, MDNI, suggestive themes, biting & marking, drunken kissing & flirting, hangover, pet name - kitten.

── .✦ Word count: 2k3

── .✦ A/N: This story is based on a dream I had after watching the new patch stream on July 6.

This fic also won the Merit Prize from Love and Deepspace Version 2.0 Opposing Visions | Fan Art Contest. I really appreciate all your support on my X <3

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You awoke in the midst of a haze. You had a vague impression that the blanket was both warm and soft, with a subtle aroma that you had only of late learnt to recognize. You tossed and turned, sliding back and forth on the enormous bed, unable to see the edge. When you rolled your entire body to the opposite side of the bed, you saw that the vacant area was still quite warm.

As if woken, you rose up, brushing aside the matted hair that had fallen in front of your face. Your body felt painful and exhausted. Your head continued whirling. You realized you were wearing a black shirt that was too large for your size. The aroma on the garment was comparable to the position next to you on the bed. You grabbed your head, trying to recall why you were here in the first place.

Sylus' exquisite chamber emerged before your eyes in the gentle dawn light. You blinked. That's right! You had attended an important party, with Sylus' help, the night before. Rather, it was another in a long line of similar deals between you and him, with an unexpected cost. You got what you wanted, but the amount of liquor you drank there left you disoriented. The party ended with you lying in Sylus' arms, seeing him smirk as he looked down at you and said:

“Such a kitten who never knows when to stop.”

Then everything went dark. You could only barely feel Sylus' strong arms wrapping around your body, as well as the warm blanket that surrounded you before you fell asleep.

But as for why you slept in Sylus' room, wearing his shirt…

You tumbled out of bed and walked into the bathroom to wash your face. Cold water helped you become awake. You then glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your hair, which had been pulled up high with several decorations, was entirely removed and fell down. Aside from the shirt you wore, you had immense and tiny red markings all over your body, from your lips and chin, down to your neck and chest. You used extra water to wash your face in an attempt to remove all of those marks, but it simply made them appear more vibrant on your skin.

Your fingertips traced each mark. This one brought to mind an image of Sylus burying his face in your neck. The mark on your ear reminded you of how softly he bit you. There were also marks on your wrists from the force he used to pin you down on the bed.

You exhaled. Memories were slowly returning to you, and they concerned you. You were not terrified of Sylus; rather, you were afraid of the situation you had created the night before. You cautiously opened the door, as if you were afraid that someone was waiting outside to catch you in this kind of situation.

You intended to return to your room, where Sylus had allowed you to remain temporarily while you were here. But after only a few steps, the scent from the kitchen caused your feet to shift direction.

The aroma of breakfast being served made your tummy grumble. But when you heard the faint humming and saw his enormous back obstructing your view of the food, you turned and walked away.

"Kitten is awake now. Wouldn't you come in for breakfast?"

You halted. You did not want to see him immediately after what occurred the night before, but perhaps he had been waiting for you to get up since dawn.

When you returned to the kitchen, Sylus faced you. He wore a crimson and black silk nightshirt. It was not tight, revealing his bare chest, which you were unable to keep your gaze away from since there were several red marks going from his chest deep down to his stomach, even some on his neck. There were other ones that appeared to be scratches.

Knowing where your eyes were focused on, Sylus smirked. Seeing that, your face grew crimson and felt hot, as if you were being cooked on the stove. You instantly looked away, attempting to act normal.

“Good morning… Did you… sleep well?…”

Sylus pulled the bacon off the heat source. Based on the ingredients on the counter, you assumed he was cooking Eggs Benedict. He answered you sarcastically:

“I did not sleep well at all. Since there was a kitten who loved to scratch me so much."

“What kitten?” You claimed to be ignorant in the face of evidence that showed you had slept in Sylus' bed the night before, and were responsible for the markings on his body.

How did things end up like that? You opposed Sylus. And he was just brilliant at driving you insane. He was dangerous. He stood on the other side of the battle. Even if working together with him was simply a temporary solution for both of your concerns, rolling around in bed together and leaving markings on the other's skin was utterly beyond your expectations. You softly bit your lower lip, condemning yourself for allowing things to spiral out of control. While Sylus only grinned casually:

“And yet I thought that the girl who had the courage to pin me down on the bed and leave her marks on my body would have the courage to admit what she did?”

At the moment, you did not know how to face this with as little disruption as possible. Of course, Sylus would not let you escape so quickly. You wanted to go home and keep your distance from him.

“I… am not sure I did what I did on purpose.” You responded. The current circumstance was not good at all, for you. You attempted to remain cool and added: "Besides, don't you have the ability to heal yourself?"

Sylus stared down at his body, then back at you, the corner of his mouth curled up again as if he had just done something sinister.

“Of course I have to leave evidence, in case you deny it like you are doing now.”

You were briefly perplexed and failed to say anything else. Then you suddenly realized you were also his victim. You stepped up to him at the kitchen counter and pointed to your neck.

“What about these? They are also evidence against you!”

Sylus laughed. His warm fingers on your skin sent a shiver down your spine. It was a feeling that, although not inherently awful, was exceedingly treacherous. Treacherous as you began to like it.

"A mark for a mark." Sylus teased you. His fingers traveled to the back of your neck, and the index finger rested on your chin, softly separating your lips and pushing you to gaze up at him. "If you believe it is a crime, what would you do? Lock me up, Miss Gorgeous Hunter? After you took advantage of me to get into that party, got very drunk, and vomited all over the dress I purposely chose for you? After I brought you back here, and you continued to take advantage of my body in that manner?”

You hastily pushed Sylus' hand away. “I was drunk, you were too… It was simply an accident… Can we make it clear?”

Sylus snorted coldly and turned away. The poached eggs required his attention. You did not recall or were acting like that. The previous night, you were the only one who had been drinking.

After the party, Sylus took you home. He had meant to let you relax, but as soon as you went by his private room, you freely opened the door and walked in.

“This is not your room, kitten.”

But you did not listen. You removed your high heels and flung them at Sylus. Then you began wandering back and forth in his room, as if you were searching for his secrets.

Sylus clicked his tongue and stood with his arms folded, waiting to see what you would do. He had to catch you after seeing you stumble around and collide with things in the room. He sat you on the sofa, unlocked the wardrobe, chose a clean shirt of his and threw it on the seat next to you.

“Get changed. Don't dirty my room anymore."

You grinned and took up his shirt to examine it for a moment. Then you tossed it back to him. 

"Help me..."

Sylus rolled his eyes at you before focusing on the clothing in his hand. You rose up, stumbled closer to him, and turned away, pointing at the back zipper of the garment. 

"Help me get changed." You repeated.

Sylus slightly raised the corners of his lips. He slowly pulled the zipper down. Since your body was constantly moving back and forth, his fingertips came into contact with your bare back. You chuckled. While looking at you from behind, he quietly placed the part of his finger that just touched you on his lips and chuckled.

“Be still.”

After helping you get out of your dirty dress, Sylus put his shirt on you, turned you around and helped button it. He did not dispute that while you were displaying your stunning features to him, his gaze lingered on your body for longer than was appropriate. You were simply wearing a set of undergarments beneath his shirt. His hands paused on the final two buttons, debating whether or not to assist in concealing your lovely cleavage behind that shirt.

You grabbed Sylus' wrists and gazed up at him. His throat became dry. You said while drowsy:

“Bed… I want your bed…”

You gestured in that way. His bed was obviously much larger and softer than the one in your room. Sylus drew a breath and bent down to lift you up in his arms. He brought you to the bed and placed you down. 

"You have asked for so much today. Aren't you concerned you won't be able to pay the price?"

“I… can pay!” You boldly declared. As soon as Sylus rose up to depart, you grabbed his arm and pushed him down onto the bed. 

So you started kissing him.

It could not be denied that there were times, many times, during the party that night, you longed to drag him to a corner and kiss his lips until he suffocated. Or you. Either one of you.

How that night ended was still something you could not remember. When you stood in the kitchen with Sylus the next morning with rosy cheeks and body covered in kiss marks left by him, feelings of regret and guilt began to engulf you. You started it first, and Sylus gladly granted your wishes. How long had you been intending to get closer to him? You could not believe why, in a moment of rashness, you could make such a severe mistake. It was not like you were not aware of who the person you pinned down on the bed was or how dangerous he was.

“I… You…” You hesitated. “I really— Ouch!”

Before you could continue speaking, you felt Sylus lift you up and set you on the kitchen counter. His hands were positioned on both sides of your thighs, and his body was forced against you, making it hard for you to escape.

"Stop trying to deny it." His crimson eyes glowed as if he were sulking. Your throat dried up and your mouth became silent when he got this close. Your gaze remained fixated on Sylus' lips, unwilling to leave. He said:

“Let me tell you what happened last night. You kissed me. You scratched me. Then you fell into a deep slumber. As for me, I remained awake since my bed was occupied and I was held and weighed down all night long."

You breathed a sigh of relief, seeming to be at ease and disappointed. Between Sylus and you, nothing had escaped your control or the approval of your rational mind. You might perceive what happened the night before as a mistake that could be fixed. Yet all of a sudden, Sylus' grasp on your hip tightened, and his other hand curled around the back of your head, forcing you to lean back slightly. He gazed at you with a mysterious smile on his lips, making you feel as if you had just fallen into a tangle from which you could not escape.

“Are you going to remain silent and ignore your responsibilities? I still have the evidence on me. You cannot deny that you want me. Yes? No?"

When you regained consciousness, you understood exactly what should and should not be done. Even that was unable to prevent you from thinking about how you fell into Sylus' arms and how he would never turn you down. Given the kiss marks and scratches you left on his body that were visible, how badly must you have yearned for him that night? How about the time before that? And for the time being? Sylus' charm had you wrapped around his fingers. This feeling might be fleeting or it could last forever. It terrified you and left you unsteady. But if Sylus was down in that deep void, you were willing to plunge in, as long as he was there to catch you. 

Sylus learnt he had won the instant he noticed your yearning eyes. He grinned as separated your lips again, asking:

“My precious lady, what price do you wish to pay this time?”

You assumed that in this trade, you would not be at a disadvantage. You deliberately leant towards Sylus, gently biting his lips before pulling away to await his reaction.

Satisfied with your answer, Sylus smirked. His fingers caressed your bottom lip before pushing forward to devour it in the way he had craved since he had ever found you.

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Hearts Divided: Chapter Nine (Final) - Hearts United

Chapter Description: What Y/n set out for has been finished. The secret that plagued their mind for years has finally been revealed. But will knowing it allow them to be freed from their punishment?

Chapter Eight: 'Secrets Unraveled'

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Gn!Reader

Warnings: IF YOU HAVE NOT READY ANY PREVIOUS CHAPTERS, GO BACK AND READ THEM lol. There is a build up of suspense revolving around a secret that is finally explained in this final chapter, so don't spoil it for yourself by reading this first lol. *Mx. Used once in replacement to Mrs/Miss/Mr

Words: 2k

A/N: This is the final chapter to this story. Thank you to everyone who read it, commented and reblogged, I appreciate it so much!

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Thoughts ran through your head rapidly as you stared at the door, waiting for it to inevitably open. You planned what you were going to say, how you were going to say it, you only hoped the words would not die on your lips.

It took everything in you not to ambush your father the night before when he returned from the ball. But your mother convinced you not too. You needed to discuss what you were going to do, how you were going to handle this. It was not just your future on the line now, but your whole family's.

You looked over at the letters sitting on your fathers desk. Your mother had returned them the previous night, but you pulled them back out. Once your father saw you had them, he could not deny your claims. It was all there, written in his own hand. He was a fool to not have burned them.

You didn't know every detail of the transgression, but you knew enough. Enough to black mail your own father into allowing you to be happy. Enough to stop him from taking away your future.

Your heart jumped in your chest when you heard the loud bang of the front door shutting. Only a moment later you heard your father yell out your name, anger lacing his voice.

The loud thumping of his footsteps could be heard going up the stairs, followed by loud knocking and the shouting of your name. But he would not find you in your room.

You sat silently, your whole body humming with the contradicting feelings of fear and confidence.

Finally, the stomping footsteps receded down the stairs and towards his office. You stared at the door as his steps grew closer.

The turning of the handle, the door swinging open, and finally, your father, red in the face, stepped into the room, and stared you down.

He took one deep breath before he spoke, his voice was calm, yet stern, but you could hear the underlying anger.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Waiting for you father." Your voice was monotone.

He let out a huff of air "Why did you not come to promenade with Sir Colton? You were expected hours ago, you embarrassed us both!"

"I did not go to promenade with Sir Colton, because I am not going to marry Sir Colton."

"Excuse me?"

Your father took a step closer to his desk, staring down at you with rage burning in his eyes.

Just as you saw a figure step in behind him, you noticed the way his eyes caught on the letters. You saw the confusion followed by fear, followed by realization as your mother spoke from behind him.

"Because we know Charles."

You saw your father's breath catch in his throat, before he shook it off and turned towards you mother.

"Know what, exactly."

"I know that you were having an affair with Lady Barlowe, for years while we were married. Even while I was pregnant."

You stood up and spoke next "You lied about your visits to Warwickshire with Sir Barlowe to cover your tracks. It was not him you were meeting."

Your mother took a step closer to him. "How Edmund Bridgerton found out about this, I do not know. But he confronted you, didn't he? Telling you how dangerous and idiotic you were." Venom was lacing your mothers voice as he felt every ounce of betrayal run through her.

"Not to mention, around the time you and Edmund cut ties, Lady Barlowe fell pregnant with her fourth child. Tell me father, how many siblings do you think I really have?"

"Enough!" Your father yelled as he spun around towards you. He rose his hand, one finger extended. "Silence."

"You do not get to silence me anymore!" You yelled in retaliation. "You do not get to silence us." You spoke softer as you glanced past him at your mother.

Your father turned back towards her, regret and guilt crossing his face.

"Edmund told you to stop your affair, warned you of the repercussions. And in return you made him your enemy, and transferred the Barlowe's out of country, for business. For what Charles? To hide your mistakes, cover your tracks?"

Your father shook his head as he looked down at the floor "My love-"

"No." Your mother cut him off, tears brimming her eyes. "No."

Your father shut his eyes and let out a deep breath, his shoulder slumped with defeat. "What would you have me do?"

"The past is done. But what you will do now, is release Y/n or their engagement to Sir Colton. You will allow Y/n and me, to have as much contact with the Bridgerton's as we'd like. And you will, allow Y/n and Benedict to be together. You will do nothing to stop their relationship, and you will do nothing to harm our children any longer. Decisions made on their behalf will go through me. That, is what I will have you do."

You saw your father clench his fists, but simply nodded. Turning towards you, he stared at you for a moment, before he spoke, his voice monotone, defeated.

"You are released from your engagement with Sir Colton, I will deal with it myself. And you may- you may see the Bridgerton's as you wish."

You felt relief wash over as a heavy weight seemed to lift of your shoulders. But as much as you wanted to smile with glee, your mothers face stopped you. For now, Benedict would have to wait.

You cared not of the looks of perplexion following you as you rushed down the sidewalk towards the Bridgerton home. For the first time, you were able to go their without hiding your face, without sneaking around.

As you got to the door, you knocked, waiting impatiently at their front step for the door to open. When it finally did, you were rushed inside, but told that the only Bridgerton home was Violet.

You felt a wave of disappointment that Benedict was not here, but you would wait.

Entering into the living room, Violet approached you quickly, clearly alarmed and worried.

"Y/n, what happened, what are you doing here? I heard you did not arrive at the promenade, did something happen?"

You nodded and smiled "Yes, something happened. I was released of my engagement to Sir Colton."

Violet stared at you agape as she ushered you to the couch "How? What happened?"

Your voice became less excited as you spoke "My mother and I discovered what it was Edmund found out all those years ago."

"What was it?"

You spoke lowly so no one could over hear, telling Violet of what happened, knowing you could trust her not to utter a word.

Violet was alarmed at the news of your fathers infidelity, she clasped your hand and shook her head. "What a fool. And oh, your poor mother." She sighed.

"Though she is hurt by what he did, I have to admit, I've never seen her so boldly speak up and take control. Though I hate what he did to her, I think in doing so, he released her of he hold he had on her that kept her complacent."

"Even in pain there is good." Violet nodded, her voice soft. After a moment she looked back at you with a smile "And now you are free to live as you want?"

You smiled and nodded "Yes. My father not only ended the engagement with Sir Colton, but gave me permission to see Benedict again, to see all of you."

She squeezed your hands "Oh thank God. Benedict has been pacing all night wondering what happened after the ball. He went to the promenade hoping to see you, when he did not, he feared you got locked away again. Perhaps I should send word for him to return."

Just as she stood to call out for a servant, the sound of the front door opening could be heard, followed by the sound of many voices.

Violet looked at you as you rose in anticipation. As the voices grew closer, your heart started beating faster and faster.

As all the Bridgerton children entered, their animated conversations stopped as they spotted you.

Benedict stepped forward with a surprised gaze "Y/n?"

Quickly, Violet stepped forward "Everyone out, come on."

As she ushered the rest of the family out, you heard a cacophony of questions coming from them, that you were sure Violet would answer with as little detail's about what truly happened as possible.

Benedict rushed towards you, worry and anticipation on his face. As he reached you, you could not restrain your joy.

"It's over Ben. I have been freed from my engagement!"

He let out a laugh of alarm and relief as he pulled you into a hug. But just as quickly, he pulled away, his voice clear with curiosity "What happened?"

"After I returned home from the ball, I searched by father's study. My mother caught me, but instead of punishing me, she helped me. We found letters. Ben, you would not believe what he did."

"What?"

Checking to make sure the room was empty, before you spoke, you kept your voice low "My father was having an affair with Lady Barlowe, and your father found out. It is also possible at least one of her children is my father's child."

Benedict's eyes widened "Dead lord, how did you find this out?"

"Letters to Lady Barlowe gave most, if not all of it away. This morning we confronted him."

"And now you are free? Of your engagement, and...to see me?"

"My father has agreed to no longer stop me from being involved with the Bridgerton family." You smiled with a nod.

Benedict let out a sigh of relief as he pulled you into another hug. Looking into your eyes, he shook his head "God I feared I had lost you for good."

You smile faded for a moment "Me too."

Reaching up, he caressed your face, before cupping your chin and leaning in for a loving, yet short kiss.

When he pulled away, he grinned at you and stepped away before bowing in an exaggerate manner. "Mx. L/n, it would be my great honor if you would allow me to court you" He smirked as he peered up at you "Properly this time."

You grinned "No more sneaking around in the countryside then?"

He stood with a smile and shrug of his head "Well, unless you want to."

You laughed as you stepped towards him, taking his hands in yours. You shook your head softly with a soft smile.

"I want nothing more than to be with you Benedict Bridgerton."

He smiled lovingly at you as he lifted your hand up, pressing a kiss to to it.

"Forever?"

"Forever."

Dearest Readers,

It is with both surprise and wonder that I bring to you news of a rather surprising development between the Bridgerton's and the L/N family.

When last we spoke, there were rumors that Y/n L/n was to be engaged to the much older, widowed and quite rich, Sir Colton. Much, I think, to Y/n L/n's dismay. Seen at the ball together, it was hard to miss that only one of the two seemed in good spirits.

And when Sir Colton was left standing alone at promenade the following day, we all wondered if this was an act of rebellion, or the end of said engagement.

Perhaps both, I think.

But that is of no matter to me now, as I am in wonder and awe of the mysterious circumstances that must have happened behind closed doors.

Because it seems now, that any trace of a feud between Sir L/n and the Bridgerton family, ceases to exist.

Why, you may ask, dear readers?

Not only have both families been seen in public, together, on multiple occasions, but there has been a further development!

It has come to my attention, that the second born son Benedict Bridgerton, is now publicly courting Y/n L/n. And poor Sir Colton, is nowhere to be seen.

This is quite an auspicious and unusual change of events between the two feuding families and the previous childhood friends.

A tragic love story amended years later perhaps?

Whatever the story is, I fear I may never know. But at least at the ending of this story, it seems we get a happy ending.

xx End xx

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