He was your midnight mistake. Now, he's your future uncle.

One night of freedom was all you asked for before your mother’s social ambitions tied your lives to the Bridgerton name. In the haze of a forbidden warehouse party, you found it in the arms of a man who saw you for who you truly were, not a debutante, but a woman with fire in her veins.

But the morning light brings a cruel reality. You arrive at the Bridgerton House for the formal dinner celebrating your mother's engagement to the Viscount, only to find the room spinning. Sitting directly across from you, draped in the stifling velvet of a gentleman, is your midnight lover.

He is Benedict Bridgerton, the brother of your mother's fiancé. The man you are meant to call 'Uncle' is the same man who knows the secrets you’ve kept hidden from the Ton. Now, every clink of silver and shared glance across the table is a spark in a room full of gunpowder, and one wrong word could burn both your worlds down.

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Notes:

This is naughty, I know. I know. That's why I'm marking it as Dead Dove.

But the angst and spice should be fun.

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