KrystalMoonshine
Anthony Bridgerton loved her like a consuming fire-so volatile and terrifying that he'd rather marry for duty than survive losing her.
Benedict Bridgerton loved her like the open tide-patient, unconditional, and brave enough to ride the storm.
Pulled from the freezing Thames at ten years old, Krystal Montesa was folded into Bridgerton House as their fiercest secret.
She knows the story. She knows the timeline. And she knows the tragedy of loving men whose futures are already written in stone.
But when you command deep-water fleets, trade contraband with Birmingham razor gangs, and refuse to be anyone's second choice, the story doesn't stay on the page.
From midnight basement kitchens and blood-stained toolhouses to the masked ball where an artist looks straight past a fairytale in silver just to search the dark for his Little Chaos-some fires were never meant to be tamed.
"Do not call me your brother. No brother spends three years secretly painting your eyes in the darki