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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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His mouth curled into a smile, but Louisa wasn't having it. Granted, she was glad to see him, and she did miss him, though not in any way other than platonically. But she hoped, really hoped, that he wouldn't seem too upset by what she had the courage to say next.

Noticing the dull, sad look in her eyes, Thomas drew closer. "Are you all right?" He put his hand on either side of her arms, boring into her with his golden eyes.

"Don't." She told him next.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Don't what?"

Louisa swallowed to get her tongue back. "Hazel... I'm not her."

Thomas pulled his hands back to himself. "What do you mean? Are you an imposter?"

"Hey, Tommy!" the Neutral called at once. "We should get back to the horses. You know you can't be seen talking to her."

"He can't? You can't?" Louisa said looking at Thomas.

Thomas straightened his back. "That is not important. The terms of my stay in this place may have a certain clause, but that is not the point." He said calmly.