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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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Shamed

Downstairs, a lot of ruckuses were going on. Boxes were getting trolleyed past the corridor.

Somebody who'd slept easily until then, jolted awake, alerted by the noise.

"Hello?" Samantha stretched her neck to see if she could catch a glimpse of anyone. There was no way they were having a guest at the house already. So who was it?

Just then the figure of a tall slender woman brushed past her view. "Mother?"

Samantha picked up her feet and scurried from the warmth of the sitting room out to the adjoining passage.

She was shocked to find Eloise properly dressed.

Through sleep-leaden eyes, Samantha spoke, "What is going on? The noise…"

"Could not be avoided," said Eloise, sternly.

The strength of her voice forced Samantha to shake the sleep out of her eyes. "You are serious."

Eloise did a one-shoulder shrug, curtly, and returned her eyes to the ones carrying the boxes. "Be careful not to drop any one of them, or risk a slash in your wages, all of you! Do you hear me?"