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
To heal your wound [Bonus chapter]
Damien unbuttoned the dirty shirt when heard a knock on the door of the washroom. Suzanne pushed the door open and went in.
"Why don't you properly bathe instead of making me do the work?" Suzanne asked him. She was holding a towel and a clean shirt in her hand which her mother gave her earlier. Leticia instructed her well not to anger Damien. She reminded Suzanne of the position of Damien.
Damien turned to look at her and asked her to close the door.
"Why?" Suzanne asked. When she saw his glare at her, she closed the door and asked him to remove his shirt.
She tried to keep her gaze away from him because it was awkward for her to look at his bare upper body. 'I thought he would run away seeing my anger. Who knew he would make me clean the mud from his body?' she thought and placed the shirt on the counter.
Opening the tap, she brought the towel beneath it. Once it was completely soaked in water, she closed the tap and wrung it to remove the extra water from it.