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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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Joker.

Eight O'Clock

Louisa could feel Mrs. Phellipe watching her.

She had entered this new space of hers, some minutes ago, and had kept at picking her eyes about the room, her triple chin gesturing along with the swift movement of her head. That had been two seconds ago.

Usually, she shouldn't say anything or maybe Louisa had expected that she wouldn't. It was due to Mrs. Phellipe's peculiar silence that Louisa guessed she was being watched.

"Did you not hear the bell go out for supper?" the woman said in a domineering voice. "Mr. Blenntmort may have encouraged too much of your excesses. But I have bad news for you, madam Eloise is not as understanding as he can be."

"Again with this?" Louisa, standing in front of the mirror, allowed her once busy hands to drop to her sides. "I have no reason to care about that woman. She is—"

"She has invited you down for dinner." Mrs. Phellipe was just polite. "You must attend."