It was a beautiful day as the Bridgerton carriage arrived outside the house.
A few selected members of trusted staff were already waiting in line as Emily, Kathani's head of household reached forward to greet her mistress.
Anthony and Kathani stepped out, each carrying their sons, as staff bowed at them.
"Welcome, My Lord. Welcome, my lady."
Anthony and Kathani greeted their staff as they began to step inside their home. "Welcome to your new home."
Kathani smiled at her husband as, together, they admired their new home.
At night, after enjoying a pleasant dinner with Simon, Thomas, and Benedict Kathani left to put her sons to sleep.
Anthony walked his friends and brother out as he bid them farewell. "Are you both excited about our final year?" Thomas asks.
"We are, and hopefully this year will be easier as we will only attend Oxford for classes."
"Lucky you, Bridgerton," Simon says as he pushes the other two men towards his carriage. "Come guys, our old room is waiting for us. While our friends will sleep in their comfortable chambers."
Anthony laughed as he waved them goodbye.
He then walked towards the nursery and found his wife singing to Milan in Hindi lullabies, while Edmund was already sleeping peacefully in his crib.
He joined them and wrapped his arms around his wife as they swayed together until their son had fallen asleep.
"Finally." He sighed and watched as Kathani gently placed their son next to his brother.
Quietly, they left their sons with their governess, and once they were safely far away from their room, his wife squealed in delight as he picked her up in his arms.
"Anthony." She laughs. "What are you doing?"
"Taking you into our chambers to celebrate our first night in this house." He told her as he smirked and carried her inside like a bride she is.
As soon as he was able to close the door, she pulled his face in for a passionate kiss.
Somehow, between those heated kisses, he managed to reach their bed.
His wife, to his surprise, was ready for this celebration as she quickly flipped their position and took her dress off her body.
Anthony's eyes widen when they fall on her special French green silk corset and unmentionables. "Kathani."
"You are not the only one who wants to celebrate our first night in this house."
With that, she began undressing him, and he only pulled silk from her legs to reach the silky, wet skin between her legs.
"God! After all this time, you are still so wet for me."
"Always my love." She moans as he slips his fingers into her warmth.
Soon, she grew impatient as she wined. "Stop with this teasing."
He quickly replaced his fingers with his hard member, making them both sighed in relief.
Soon afterwards, Anthony watched with aroused fascination as his Kathani started riding him.
Her skin was glowing, and her breasts, which grew beautifully after the birth of their sons, were enticing him with their movements.
Anthony was drooling as he lifted himself to latch on to one peak and moaned when he tasted the left-over drops of her milk.
He gently massaged another peak while devouring another.
Kathani's scream of passion echoed around the room as they moved faster and harder in each other's arms.
Finally, they reached their pinnacle as they collapsed on the bed while trying to calm their beating hearts.
For a while, they said nothing as they kept staring into each other's eyes.
Finally, his wife moves to kiss him sweetly, as she says. "Thank you."
"For what?" He asks, feeling a little dazed.
She smiled and kissed his nose before prepping his face with kisses. "For this life, for your friendship, for your love, for our marriage, for our family, and for our sons."
"You are welcome, my love, and thank you too."
His wife tilts her face questioningly as he returns those sweet kisses as he kisses her face. "For being born, for being strong enough to attend Oxford at your brother's place, for changing my life because all of this is never possible if we have not met each other."
"But we would have." Kathani insisted as she caressed his face. "If not for this, then we would have met another way, because no matter how you write this story, the one truth will remain the same: I was born to love you, Anthony Bridgerton."
Anthony felt his eyes wet as he agreed with his wife. "And I am born to love you, Kathani Bridgerton."
And as they once again found themselves lost in each other's love, they knew one thing: no matter how their story is written, it will always have love in it.
Fife has been going crazy the past few months. For the entire summer, while his family and friends enjoyed themselves, he was locked in his room, trying to figure out what exactly he saw that day.
He never liked Sharma; that low-life prick that was an apple of everyone's eye has only been lucky because of his wealthy, popular friends.
That shameless arse is so ambitious that he made his twin sister seduce Bridgerton. Not that he blames Bridgerton because Sharma's twin sister is an exotic beauty, and it's a shame how quickly Bridgerton claims her; otherwise, if she were still unmarried, then it would have been easier for Fife to get a taste of that exotic delight.
He shook his head as he fumed when he stared at the table where Sharma was sitting with his friends as they discussed the upcoming autumn tournament. Now that Sharma has returned, he is healed and miraculously losing plenty of weight that he gained last year.
This too fueled his suspicion, and before he could stop himself, he was walking towards the principal office.
Principal Hector was busy taking care of some work when he was informed a student wanted to meet him for an urgent matter.
He allowed him inside and watched as Fife entered his office.
"Good evening, Fife, How can I help you?"
"Professor Hector, it's about Karan Sharma; now please hear me out before you interrupt me because he is yours and everyone's favourite student."
Professor Hector pursed his lips as he let Fife speak his mind. "Sir, something is suspicious about that guy. He is ambitious, and you know how he quickly made his sister marry Bridgerton."
"I thought there was a love marriage?"
"But what was urgency? He got them married in our first year, and it's not just Bridgerton; he is friends with Bassett too; some natives securing close friendships with two of the most powerful men does not seem suspicious to you."
"No, I do not find anything suspicious; in fact, I think Sharma is a good lad who worked hard to gain respect among his friends and everyone who meets him."
"But sir, that's not it. Last year, with those injuries, who would hurt him if he was so well liked?"
"I wonder." Hector says it sarcastically, but Fife continues. "Then he swells like a pig, and last time I saw them, something was definitely wrong. I saw Bassett, Bridgerton, and Thomas carrying him towards the carriage while Benedict Bridgerton rode ahead to bring some women called Olga."
At that point, Hector had enough as he slapped the table. "You are making absurd tales because that boy is better than you. For your information, Bridgerton and Sharma left because Viscountess was due to deliver Bridgerton's heir that month, which she did as its announcement was all over the Times Newspaper."
Fife's mouth fell open in shock as Hector stood up. "So next time you decide to point a finger at someone, first bring proof of their crimes; otherwise, do not show me your face ever again!"
With that dismissal, Hector resumed his work as Fife marched outside in anger.
"Cho I am telling you, something is going on with that Sharma and his group of lap dogs."
Sienna, who was talking with the merchant, stopped talking when she heard Mr. Sharma's name in such a venomous tone.
"Well, you heard Professor Hector; unless you find any proof against them, you cannot complain about them anymore."
Fife drinks his drink angrily before snapping in anger. "If only I could find out about that Olga woman, but I checked out all the brothels in this and other villages, and none of them had any girl whose name is Olga."
"That's because she isn't a whore."
Both men turned in surprise as inns owner beautiful daughter Sienna slipped into chair next to them. "The woman Olga you are talking about related to Mr Sharma and his friends is not a whore, she is oldest midwife of this village."
"Are you sure?" Fife inquires.
"If you are talking about the incident a few months ago when Benedict Bridgerton was sent to the village to bring Olga, then I am telling you the truth because I saw them with my own eyes as they left Olga's home in haste."
All three of them frowned as they tried to figure out the same thing until Cho asked it out loud. "What do they need Midwife for? We all know Bridgerton's wife did not return after Christmas, and Sharma's wife too."
"I told you something was suspicious about them. Ms. Russo, can you take us to this Olga?"
Siena stared at Fife excited face as she sadly informed him. "Unfortunately we have to wait for ten to eleven months for her to return because a month ago she left for Scotland to help her granddaughter who finally conceived for the first time after four years of marriage."
"Fuck!" Fife hissed angrily, not caring about his language in front of a girl.
"Maybe you should give up on your obsession." Cho suggest.
"No, if we cannot find a witness then we will find proof ourselves."
"I am inn, anything to expose Genevieve and her perfect loyal husband." Siena says while smirking slyly at the thought of disgracing them.
Cho seems a little tense, but he too agrees with his friends. "All right, let's find out proof to expose the Oxford star pupil."
And in that inn, Fife, Cho, and Sienna joined hands.
Fife and Cho decided to search the room that is now only occupied by Bassett and Dorset.
"Bridgerton and Sharma shared this room for three years before they moved into a new house this year; I bet they left something behind."
Cho was on the lookout, ready to bring Professor Hector when his friend found something.
Fife searched and searched as quickly as possible because he knew Bassett and Dorset were outside visiting the village.
He was searching the corners of the wardrobe when his hand fell on something lace.
Pulling it out, he smirked triumphantly as he got the proof he needed most.
By the time Bassett and Dorset arrived, they found Professor Hector inside their room, and Fife was smirking while their entire room looked thoroughly searched. "Professor, what is going on?"
"You can tell me, Bassett, Fife here claims you four friends were up to something, and as proof, he found this hiding in your wardrobe."
Simon and Thomas looked shocked as they noticed a blue silk drawer with lace edges.
"Sir, I never told anyone about this because I thought it was a drunken dream, but in our first year, I think I saw Bridgerton with a woman using one of the bathing areas, and now this is proof. Sir, I told you they were doing something suspicious, and I think they were smuggling a girl inside their room."
"And how do you think we did that with gates heavily guarded all over the university?"
"Then explain this, Dorset." Cho inquired while Professor Hector stared from one student to another until Basset stepped forward.
"Sir, this belongs to me."
"Excuse me!"
"I mean, this belongs to my lover back home, a lover for whom I held serious affections, and last summer she gave me this to remember her when I miss her during my lonely nights."
Understanding his meaning, Professor Hector quickly threw away the material and saw how Bassett picked it up and kissed it reverently before tucking it inside his jacket.
"Now, sir, if this misunderstanding is clear, can we ask what punishment Fife and Cho will have?"
"What?" Fife yells angrily while Cho inquires in a shock voice. "Punishment; why would we get punished?"
"Because you invaded our privacy and searched our room." Thomas snapped, making Cho shut up.
Principal Hector fumed as he turned on them. "Apologise to Bassett and Dorset, and if you both ever pull another stunt like this, I will suspend you both."
Fife mouths fell open as Cho quickly apologised and dragged his friend away.
Once they were inside their room, Cho tried to calm him down. "Stop fuming; stop with this obsession because they are not worth getting suspended over."
Cho left his friend with a thought, but Fife was hoping that Ms. Rosso found something against these cunning bastards.
October arrived, bringing windy autumn winds as the village looked forward to the upcoming autumn tournament.
Siena was always on alert, waiting for any chance that could take her to Bridgerton House, and luckily, one morning she finally got that chance.
She saw the Viscountess maid shopping for vegetables and fruits at the market. Sienna quickly followed the maid, and after she gathered all the things she needed, she started walking towards the carriage.
She knew this was her only chance; before the carriage could leave, Siena was following them on her horses.
She made sure to ride far away so that no one could see her.
After half a mile away from the village and much closer to Oxford University, Siena noticed a carriage stopping at a house surrounded by woods and a lake as the maid and footman carried things inside.
She crept closely and saw them taking the servant entrance.
Quickly tying her horse, she walked towards the house and entered through the servant entrance. She noticed a maid quarters, and she slid inside that room and luckily found a maid dress.
She hurriedly changed into that dress and covered her hair with a cap as she walked upstairs into the main house.
The house was beautiful, befitting the Lord's and his wife's.
She searched room after room while trying to find the room where Mr. Sharma lived, but apart from the nursery, where two babies were taking care of a woman, the other rooms seemed to be unused.
She acted like she was dusting the furniture as she entered the room, and her eyes widen as she sees a beautifully decorated bedroom.
Sienna wants to admire the luxurious bedroom, but since time was running out, she began her search.
She opened wardrobe after wardrobe but found clothes she often saw Lord Bridgerton wearing and dresses that must belong to the Viscountess.
She opened drawers but found jewellery and other accessories.
Finally, her eyes fell on an old trunk that felt out of place with the rest of the expensive things.
She looked at it closely, and her eyes widened in delight when she saw Karan Sharma engraved on that trunk.
Opening the lid, Sienna found Mr. Sharma's clothes that were less expensive than those of Lord Bridgerton.
She tried to find something that Mr. Fife would use as proof but could not find anything.
Sighing, she was about to close the lid when her eyes fell on something like black fur.
She reached out to pull it out but gasped in shock when the man's wig, which seemed familiar to Mr. Sharma's hair, was in her possession.
While Siena was successful in her search around the same time, someone was getting inside the carriage as the woman told the driver. "Please take us to a village near Oxford.
Genevieve smiled at the man beside her, who, despite looking weak, seemed excited for this journey.
"In a few days, you will see your sister; I bet Kathani will be surprised by her life, and so will you."
Karan Sharma frowned, but his fiancé shook her head as they began their journey towards Oxford.