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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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False Belief.

"Hazel…"

Louisa was frankly blown away by the sophistication of his bedroom. She stopped and blinked. And blinked again. Every pace she padded against, on the floor, felt akin to walking inside a King's bedroom. She could see all of it, the rich furniture despite that the candle chandelier was burning dim at that hour. For some reason, more eerie than sane, she considered the aroma of that man's bedroom to be a whore. Because of how it shot up her libido by a million degrees!

Louisa rubbed her legs together and smacked her lips, biting the lower layer. She could almost feel the fluids threatening to swoosh out of there.

"Hazel." He called again.

Her shoulders jumped.

His voice was suspiciously close, so she turned around to see. When she did, she was shocked to find him where she had guessed he would be. He was but a hair's breadth away from her. Their hips were practically touching.

Gulp!

Rochester staggered backward, and frowned. And then hissed.