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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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Save your sister, Tristan [Bonus chapter]

Andrew smiled to see Francesca again. The hat was no longer on her head and even the gown was changed.

"It got dirty," Francesca mentioned the reason why she changed the gown as she settled before him on the sofa. "The flowers were so fresh and scented. I believe they were from the palace," she said.

"Miss Finley is right. I picked them up from the royal garden," Andrew answered.

"Thank you for them," Francesca said. "His Highness did not contact me for a few days. I hope everything is going well," she asserted.

"Oh, yes. I was busy with the work. A lot has been happening in the palace for the past few days," Andrew said.

"Everything will turn out well soon," Francesca said. "I will bring lemon juice for His Highness," she asserted and went to the kitchen.

"Don't bother yourself to do this. You can ask the servant," Andrew stated.