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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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Louisa's eyes zipped nervously from sobbing Isabelle to Rochester and back again. She suddenly noticed in the brilliant light of the dining hall, that there was a fraction of pity in the creases of everyone's faces. Everyone, except for Rochester. The grim look on his face seemed like a drastic collapse was about to follow. Louisa couldn't be bothered by it. 

She, moving her eyes to the tilting ray of sun that gilded the grey-rugged ground, lept them up to the man's face. Sturdy as it looked, she was more concerned with his aforementioned promise.

"Can we go now?" she said, irritatedly. "Besides the fact that she shouldn't be crying so much for her state. I think, if she is Samantha's sister, she can figure that out. The outing is more impo—"

"Not now!" said Rochester with a sort of remorseful haste. "The case with Isabelle demands my overall attention. And for this sensitive topic, I may need you to leave."