The Second Husband
Charlotte Bourbon, a 19-year-old widow, was happy in her life after she got married to the man of her dreams. However, because of a sudden illness, her husband died within a month, and Charlotte's life came to a sudden halt. ‘She became the curse for her husband that he died young.’ ‘She is the one, who killed her husband.’ ‘She should have died with her husband.’ Numerous such things Charlotte would hear from the people around her in the palace when she decided to take her life. However, was it that easy to die? Édouard Bourdillon was the eldest son of King Christian Bourdillon of the Kingdom of Escana. He decided to marry the widow of his late younger brother so that he could take over the Beromont territory which his brother possessed. But was this the only reason he wanted to marry Charlotte? ~~~~~~~~ "What are you doing?" Terrified Charlotte asked as she saw Édouard unbuttoning his shirt. "I am hot, so I am taking off the shirt," Édouard said and reached for the last button. "But it's cold weather," Charlotte said and knitted her brows. "Not here, Charlotte. Your mere presence around me makes me hot," Édouard said and took off the shirt. "Ahhh!" Charlotte quickly brought her hands in front of her eyes and covered them. From the gaps between her fingers, she peeked out of curiosity. A lump formed in her throat as she saw his perfectly carved body with a few scars on the chest and near the abdomen. Charlotte saw him approaching her and she tightly shut her eyes. A few seconds later, when she realized everything was so quiet, she opened her eyes again and found him before her. She promptly moved back and hit the wall behind her. She thought to leave the room when Édouard caged her petite body between his arms. "Are you going to—" "Yes. I want to be wild with you tonight, Little Cherry," Édouard said with a smirk, and the next second, he lifted her in his arms. ~~~~~ *Cover art is mine. Made by "HS AONARAN" available on FB* Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy
Hardly anyone knows Damien
"Why have you put on this black attire?" Rainard complained to Damien, who was dressed in black from top to the bottom. "We are not going to attend anyone's funeral," he muttered and asked him to wear the appropriate clothes.
"I like black color," Damien said and asked him not to trouble him.
"We were supposed to dress like commoners, Damien. You look like a man from an elite family," Rainard pronounced.
"Just stay quiet," Damien said and descended the stairs. Rainard grabbed his arm and pulled him up.
"Go and change your dress," Rainard said.
"Édouard!" Damien pronounced. Rainard's grip loosened on his arm and he turned to look when Damien quickly ran downstairs.
Rainard twitched his lips as he realized Damien made a fool of him. He ran after him and asked him to stop. Damien saw Édouard and Charlotte, who were already present near the carriage.