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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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Shadows

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11:00 A.M.

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Louisa picked up her hand to beat her brows. She had been cleaning for as long as she could remember starting at first, and now, she was worn to a frazzle. She could not even stand erect anymore. Her waist felt like it now belonged to someone else. The good news was that Mrs. Fairfield had just announced, merely two minutes ago, that it was a wrap for the day. The challenge was Louisa had come down the wall of the last room they had finished with and now had her butt glued to the floor. At first, the coldness of the ground shot up her body even up to her brain, but she was too tired to even help herself.

Mrs. Fairfield thankfully did not look back as she kept rolling her legs towards the door. Louisa inhaled deeply then, so sharply that her lungs vanished inside her ribs but she soon let the pressure out.

She just needed to be by herself and cry her lungs out for what it was worth — her mother had been her downfall, she would admit.