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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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Drunk

"I already said to use your imaginations, Brother," Gwennette said and did her infamous eye roll at him.

Prince Bertrand did not look like the type of man who would let her off the hook that easily. Gwennette knew he wouldn't. Rochester knew he wouldn't.

The Prince now had his eyebrows lowered with squinted eyes, gazing intently at his sister. Sooner or later, Gwennette would have to spill more details on how she'd lived all those years away from her family, Rochester thought. And for that, he figured it was high time he went away and allowed the Richardson siblings to enjoy their bonding time alone.

"Sneaking out of an important discussion?"

Rochester, whose limbs had veered themselves in the path of the hallway's entree, halted on impulse once Bertrand muttered the words he did.

Flipping a turn, Rochester said, "Why do you care if I left already? I thought I was almost invisible to you over here," he drew out a long exhale before he said, "Brett."