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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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"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU'RE MAKING ME DO THIS." The man hissed, slouching deeper in his chair.

His cobra black eyes wound about the hall, taking in the view of the nonsense setting that made him want to puke so bad. He hated rich people.

 In the middle of the large ball were a number of ladies and gents. They were moving their bodies in gentle sway due to the music pouring in. It was some good music, the onlooker would admit but he still hated having to be there. The ladies were all elegant in their dresses-black, red or purple adding variety to the overly black background of the hall. 

"You don't have to sound so pitiful all the time, my dear," said a feminine voice, close to him.

It was after she said what she said that he flicked his eyes back to her. She was on the same table with him after all and there was no denying how badly he wanted to lick all of her creamy body because of how she'd taken out her shoulder-length gloves, revealing most of her hand skin.