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The Merchant's Bride

[ON HIATUS!!!!] What are the chances that a selfish, spoiled and arrogant daughter of a noble man in the little town of Griffinwald would fall head over heels in love with a foreigner, an affluent merchant who bathes in the very waters of pride, arrogance and bloated ego? What are the odds that the universe would plan their meet in the most dramatic way; a missing handkerchief flying off with the wind; Scared horses whinning loudly in the distance, a banging thunderstorm is the grand plan. What if this merchant has travelled this far to seek out a certain girl who should become his bride, only to land his heart in another woman's bosoms? ___________ EXCERPT ____________ "The housekeeper is not," said she. "And I am not dumb enough as you think. I can figure my way out of here." "You can?" "Yes, I can." "Hm." Rochester travelled his hand up to his lips. Bussing his mouth sensually with his thumb, he felt his lips divide. Hoping it would have the desired effect on the girl, he said, "I am still confused. Why haven't you left here already? Is there perhaps something else you would need me to do for you? Want to warm my bed perhaps?" "You are disgusting, sir! And I hate you!" Louisa yelled, and in a couple of sprints, she was outside his chamber, shutting the door with a slam. ====== PS. This book is set in thesame fantasy world as my other book, "The Dark Lord's Maiden." You could add up the other book to binge read up to the latest chapters to understand the personality of these characters. But then again this book can also be read as a stand-alone, apart from TDLM. NOTE BELOW! The first chapter has been renamed “Prologue [Silver blue] ” and the former content has been changed. Please clear cache or re-add to Library if you cannot access it. Cheers! And happy reading COVER ART BELONGS TO ME. DO NOT STEAL! ínstαgrαm hαndlє: @nαncчjímσffícíαl fαcєвσσk @ Nαncєє Jímí fα¢євσσк ραgє @nancy writes

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The next day, Louisa left as early as 7:00 AM with Rochester. They set out for his town and entered Aegremonth barely an hour after noon. Louisa at the time had started to feel itchy all the way down her throat. And it wasn't for a reason other than she needed to talk to him. In their six-hour-long jaunt, neither had spoken a word nor even brought up talks about Adelaide.

Louisa turned toward him, seeking to break the back of the mule. She said, "You did not answer me yesterday based on what I said."

"What did you say?" Rochester sighed and muttered. His voice sounded breathy which goes to show how he did not want to engage in any talk with her. He would not even look at her, he left his eyes stationed in front.

Louisa, reclining into the chair, said nothing at best.

"You know, it would have been better you left the quiet as it was," Rochester said, "if you knew you were going to turn mute the instant I returned your question."