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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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INVITATION

As soon as Mrs. Fairfield left Roxanne's presence, she decided to find Simon instead. Since his position as head Butler and Rochester's right-hand man put him in direct contact with the other servants of the house, she decided that going to him would save her the stress of having to speak first to Mrs. Phillipe, who was at that moment in Adelaide's room, standing guard while the doctor monitored her health.

She found Simon where she suspected he would be - down in the cellar. With his back to her, she watched as he instructed four athletic men where to place some foreign-branded wines on the cellar shelves.

"Mr. Simon!" the woman shouted.

The man, hands on his hips, leaned to one side to watch her as she fell down the rest of the stairs further into the basement.

Her pace was frantic indeed.

"Do you need me?" Simon asked at once.

"I'm afraid so." Mrs. Fairfield said. She covered the small space between them and explained all about her business there.