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
Held me on those dark nights
Édouard smiled to hear from Charlotte that he was as special as the jasmine flower to her. "The present you gave me will wither away," Édouard opined and took it off from above his ear. He looked at it and then at her.
"I know. But you can keep it in your personal workbook," Charlotte stated.
"You are right," Édouard said and closed his fingers. "Why do you think I am special to you?" He then asked.
"You know the answer," Charlotte replied and walked ahead.
"I would love to hear from you," he loudly said and took large steps toward her. He grasped her wrist and then intertwined his fingers with hers.
"After Mathieu died, the nights were unbearable for me. There was no one by my side to hold me. After a month, you appeared in my life like magic. You held me on those dark nights. As a kid, I believed the Jasmine fairy to be my protector at night. And now, it is you."
Charlotte's beautiful explanation left Édouard stunned.
His steps slowed down and they both stopped.