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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, lifting her ass off the chair, felt like she'd overstayed her welcome and needed to go. But not the man. His hand pressed firmly against her own pulling her back onto the very seat she was springing out of. His grasp was hard yet tender. And did not help the buzz of electricity that tingled up her arm and over the rest of her body.

Maybe he shouldn't have recovered the use of his hands until she was far away… from his side.

"I wasn't done talking." His voice sounded husky and low. "It is the concoction I was given, it should help die down the pain and also behave more like an Elixir."

"What is an Elixir?" Louisa asked, relaxing her body that had stiffened from his touch. She attempted to glide her hand from under his own, but she couldn't.

"An Elixir is something that puts you to sleep, Hazel," Rochester explained. "I stalled in taking it until I saw you but when you wouldn't show up and the pains started to get intense…"