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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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[Bonus chapter]

Back in the Yorthend manor, Roxanne wrestled with restlessness, her sleep disrupted by something other than a typical nightmare. Was it the chill of the room? She gradually opened her eyes, greeted by a jolt of wind that struck her face, breezing through the open balcony doors. Sitting up in bed, she called out, "Honey..." In her half-awake state, her ingrained expectation was to find Haswell by her side, ready to offer his comforting presence.

But as she turned to look, there was no Haswell lying there, only a sea of disheveled sheets and soft pillows staring back at her. Frustration welled up within her, prompting her to bury her face in her hands and release a disheartened sigh. As she collected herself, her gaze fixed upon the balcony once more. This time, worry consumed her thoughts, particularly for the missing girl.

All day long, Rochester had barricaded himself within his study, anxiously awaiting any positive update on Louisa's whereabouts.