The Duke and I Read Free Page A

Not much of it, but there was something there, lurking in the depths; something that gave Simon a whisper of hope.
     
     "I am your son," he said again, this time a little louder, "and I am not d—"
     
     Suddenly his throat closed up. And Simon panicked.
     
     You can do this. You can do this .
     
     But his throat felt tight, and his tongue felt thick, and his father's eyes started to narrow...
     
     "I am not d-d-d—"
     
     "Go home," the duke said in a low voice. "There is no place for youhere."
     
     Simon felt the duke's rejection in his very bones, felt a peculiar kind of pain enter his body and creep around his heart. And, as hatred flooded his body and poured from his eyes, he made a solemn vow.
     
     If he couldn't be the son his father wanted, then by God, he'd be the exact opposite.. .
     
     Chapter 1
     
     The Bridgertons are by far the most prolific family in the upper echelons of society. Such industriousness on the part of the viscountess and the late viscount is commendable, although one can find only banality in their choice of names for their children. Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth— orderliness is, of course, beneficial in all things, but one would think that intelligent parents would be able to keep their children straight without needing to alphabetize their names .
     
     Furthermore, the sight of the viscountess and all eight of her children in one room is enough to make one fear one is seeing double— or triple — or worse. Never has This Author seen a collection of siblings so ludicrously alike in their physical regard. Although This Author has never taken the time to record eye color, all eight possess similar bone structure and the same thick, chestnut hair. One must pity the viscountess as she seeks advantageous marriages for her brood that she did not produce a single child of more fashionable coloring. Still, there are advantages to a family of such consistent looks — there can be no doubt that all eight are of legitimate parentage .
     
     Ah, Gentle Reader, your devoted Author wishes that that were the case amid all large families...
     
     Lady Whistledown's Society Papers,26 April 1813
     
      
     
     "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Violet Bridgerton crumpled the single-page newspaper into a ball and hurled it across the
    elegant drawing room.
     
     Her daughter Daphne wisely made no comment and pretended to be engrossed in her embroidery.
     
     "Did you read what she said?" Violet demanded. "Did you?"
     
     Daphne eyed the ball of paper, which now rested under a mahogany end table. "I didn't have the opportunity before you, er, finished with it."
     
     "Read it, then," Violet wailed, her arm slicing dramatically through the air. "Read how that woman has maligned us."
     
     Daphne calmly set down her embroidery and reached under the end table. She smoothed the sheet of paper out on her lap and read the paragraph about her family. Blinking, she looked up. "This isn't so bad, Mother. In fact, it's a veritable
    benediction compared to what she wrote about the Featheringtons last week."
     
     "How am I supposed to find you a husband while that woman isslandering your name?"
     
     Daphne forced herself to exhale. After nearly two seasons in London, the mere mention of the word husband was enough to set her temples pounding. She wanted to marry, truly she did, and she wasn't even holding out for a true love match. But was it really too much to hope for a husband for whom one had at least someaffection?
     
     Thus far, four men had asked for her hand, but when Daphne had thought about living the rest of her days in the company of any of them, she just couldn't do it. There were a number of men she thought might make reasonably good husbands, but the problem was—none of them was interested. Oh, they all liked her. Everyone liked her. Everyone thought she was funny and kind and a quick wit, and no one thought her the least bit