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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 door clicked open, causing Haswell to jolt slightly in his seat. A man walked in, not the barista who had escorted him inside earlier. The man's face modeled rough stubble along his chin and defined jawlines. Haswell couldn't shake off his unease; it was evident that this man was well aware of his presence, even though he pretended not to notice.

The man tilted his large frame and whispered something to Caius; something that Haswell couldn't quite catch. The unease resurfaced, and his nails, slightly too long, clawed into the thin fabric of the armchair.

Caius looked in his direction. It was a simple look, but it seemed to suggest a scowl or a grimace. Then, the man left the room, and Haswell felt hot sweat trickling down his back.

Caius pushed his butt out of the bed, his authority evident. "Why didn't you mention that you were having guests over?"

Haswell furrowed his brow, his mind working to crack around the puzzle. What guests? He wasn't expecting anyone.