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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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Unrepentant ll.

Rochester felt a sudden change in demeanour. He had not expected she would dare to ask him such a question. But the fault was all from him. He's the one that had talked too much.

Rochester gave her a one-sided shoulder shrug, and said, "Gwennette is not anyone you should concern yourself about. The point I was trying to make was that all my mother owns once belonged to my father; Late father —"

"Oh."

"— those things should rightly belong to me but then the Almighty Madam Eloise decided to put out some conditions. So, I rebelled. And Voila! I built my empire and have now become the Rochester. D. Blenntmort, the most eligible Bachelor in all the state that not just you but every other woman would kill for a chance to be with. Even for a night."

"You wish!" said Louisa with an ugly sneer on her face. Was he behaving cocky to make her abandon his side? No, thought Louisa, he had always been that way—an unrepentant arrogant prick!

But he was right.