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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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Samantha felt suddenly annoyed. Excessively infuriated. "And are you going to ignore Adelaide's curt behaviour just now?" she asked, disbelief latched onto her pale-pink irises.

"Adele is only a child," said Eloise, gesturing.

"Mother, even you?"

"I believe this talk should not be much overblown," said Eloise, "perhaps after Dexter is done with what he needs to say…."

"I agree." Rochester sat straighter in his chair, abandoning his cup of rum. His profile under the lighting seemed tense as he spoke, "I will be visiting Wales; I will be away for roughly a week."

"A week!" Samantha, studying how her voice resounded the most absurd in that esteemed dining hall, held her peace. She stroked her hair behind her ear, letting her eyes flit in shame over the many recipes seated in front of her. She swallowed and stayed.

"Why the sudden need to travel?" asked Eloise in her typical reserved manner. Isabelle was still feasting her food just fine.