Benedict had no other thought in his mind other than her. Beatrice Fletcher. The girl he had wished to marry the day he met her. In that moment, their first meeting he was sold. Folded over, his mind full of everything she was. The words that fell from her lips and the poems that dripped from her quill. Everything she did was perfection. Everything she did made him fall even deeper in love with her. She was a drug that not even opium could top. A BENEDICT BRIDGERTON LOVE STORY! Where a sick poet falls in love with an artist APRIL 2024 - ?
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