The Second Husband
Charlotte Bourbon, a 19-year-old widow, was happy in her life after she got married to the man of her dreams. However, because of a sudden illness, her husband died within a month, and Charlotte's life came to a sudden halt. ‘She became the curse for her husband that he died young.’ ‘She is the one, who killed her husband.’ ‘She should have died with her husband.’ Numerous such things Charlotte would hear from the people around her in the palace when she decided to take her life. However, was it that easy to die? Édouard Bourdillon was the eldest son of King Christian Bourdillon of the Kingdom of Escana. He decided to marry the widow of his late younger brother so that he could take over the Beromont territory which his brother possessed. But was this the only reason he wanted to marry Charlotte? ~~~~~~~~ "What are you doing?" Terrified Charlotte asked as she saw Édouard unbuttoning his shirt. "I am hot, so I am taking off the shirt," Édouard said and reached for the last button. "But it's cold weather," Charlotte said and knitted her brows. "Not here, Charlotte. Your mere presence around me makes me hot," Édouard said and took off the shirt. "Ahhh!" Charlotte quickly brought her hands in front of her eyes and covered them. From the gaps between her fingers, she peeked out of curiosity. A lump formed in her throat as she saw his perfectly carved body with a few scars on the chest and near the abdomen. Charlotte saw him approaching her and she tightly shut her eyes. A few seconds later, when she realized everything was so quiet, she opened her eyes again and found him before her. She promptly moved back and hit the wall behind her. She thought to leave the room when Édouard caged her petite body between his arms. "Are you going to—" "Yes. I want to be wild with you tonight, Little Cherry," Édouard said with a smirk, and the next second, he lifted her in his arms. ~~~~~ *Cover art is mine. Made by "HS AONARAN" available on FB* Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy
Clean me up or I'll burn this house
"Pardon me?" Damien was taken aback by Suzanne's question. Also, what was wrong with her tone?
"You clearly heard me. I won't repeat my words twice," Suzanne stated, her voice filled with displeasure.
Since she was not looking at Damien, he went to her and stopped near her. He caught her face and forced her to look at him. "I am here, so you must look at me while talking," Damien pronounced.
Suzanne yanked his hand off her face and asked him to stay meters away from her if he wanted to speak to her.
Damien snickered at her and pulled her up while grabbing her arm tightly. He pinned her to the bedpost and again forced her to look at him, gripping her chin.
"Don't skip your meals. You can't stay hungry all your life," Damien said. He told Suzanne he did not want to be there or see her until the day of their marriage. His hand slowly moved down her chin and again rested on her arm.
"I did not ask you to come here. Whether I die or I live, you should not care," Suzanne declared.