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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

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I am a fighter [Bonus chapter]

Suzanne tapped her foot as she kept her hands locked behind her back. Damien had asked her to be in the drawing room and went somewhere. It was already more than fifteen hours. One thing she hated about people who made her wait for too long.

But Damien was the prince, so she could not either say anything to him.

"Why doesn't Miss Barnard sit on the sofa?" Tove asked as she placed the tray on the table and asked her to drink water.

Suzanne gazed at her and nodded at her. As she sit down to drink the water, Damien came there. She put the glass on the table and stood up. "Prince Damien took a lot of time to return," Suzanne stated.

"Forgive me for keeping you waiting," Damien said and gazed at Tove. "You can leave," he coldly said.

Tove felt the coldness in his voice and left the room.

"Have a seat, Miss Suzanne," Damien said and sat across from her on the sofa. He took out the journal from inside the waistcoat's pocket and looked at it.