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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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Finally, she spoke.

"Two men came to the house regularly until now," Johanna began.

"Two men? What men?" Rochester demanded.

"The one man, I saw him first on my way back from visiting my sick father one day, and... "

"And what?" Rochester pressed, but Johanna suddenly went mute. "What's the matter with you? Cat's got your tongue?"

"I...I deserve to die!" Johanna squealed, suddenly falling to her knees.

"What sort of theatrical performance is happening now?" Rochester demanded.

"I...I...they threatened to harm my sick father!"

"Who did?" Rochester crouched down to her level, searching for her eyes. "I'm asking you, Johanna, who did and for what?"

"Those men...they did. They came regularly to steal information from me about you," Johanna fidgeted.

"So, what you are saying is that you are some spy?!" Rochester sprang up at once. "When did you start trading information with these men? And when were you planning on informing me about this?"