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The Merchant's Bride

[ON HIATUS!!!!] What are the chances that a selfish, spoiled and arrogant daughter of a noble man in the little town of Griffinwald would fall head over heels in love with a foreigner, an affluent merchant who bathes in the very waters of pride, arrogance and bloated ego? What are the odds that the universe would plan their meet in the most dramatic way; a missing handkerchief flying off with the wind; Scared horses whinning loudly in the distance, a banging thunderstorm is the grand plan. What if this merchant has travelled this far to seek out a certain girl who should become his bride, only to land his heart in another woman's bosoms? ___________ EXCERPT ____________ "The housekeeper is not," said she. "And I am not dumb enough as you think. I can figure my way out of here." "You can?" "Yes, I can." "Hm." Rochester travelled his hand up to his lips. Bussing his mouth sensually with his thumb, he felt his lips divide. Hoping it would have the desired effect on the girl, he said, "I am still confused. Why haven't you left here already? Is there perhaps something else you would need me to do for you? Want to warm my bed perhaps?" "You are disgusting, sir! And I hate you!" Louisa yelled, and in a couple of sprints, she was outside his chamber, shutting the door with a slam. ====== PS. This book is set in thesame fantasy world as my other book, "The Dark Lord's Maiden." You could add up the other book to binge read up to the latest chapters to understand the personality of these characters. But then again this book can also be read as a stand-alone, apart from TDLM. NOTE BELOW! The first chapter has been renamed “Prologue [Silver blue] ” and the former content has been changed. Please clear cache or re-add to Library if you cannot access it. Cheers! And happy reading COVER ART BELONGS TO ME. DO NOT STEAL! ínstαgrαm hαndlє: @nαncчjímσffícíαl fαcєвσσk @ Nαncєє Jímí fα¢євσσк ραgє @nancy writes

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ABDUCTION AND BLACKMAIL

Suddenly, the wagon jolted to a halt, causing Louisa to lurch forward. The men who were accompanying her in the back instantly jumped out to start unloading the crates while the woman was left to bring Louisa out with her. Unfortunately, the woman was gripping her so tightly that she feared she might break her wrist. Louisa wondered what she had done to deserve such cruelty and malice from the woman. Despite her desire to inquire, the question stuck in her throat as she surveyed the destination. It was a shabby inn, with the starlight revealing peeling paint on the walls and boarded-up windows. Her heart sank. This new situation was not the safe haven she had hoped for. Instead, she had traded one perilous scenario for another, and this time she had even less chance of survival.

«Move it!» the woman growled as she shoved Louisa toward the entrance of the dark inn.

The men had already begun transporting the crates into the inn.