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
After sharing a passionate, heated kiss, Édouard pulled away and gazed at her. They both smiled at each other. Their foreheads touched and they smiled.
"You have succeeded," Édouard whispered against her lips.
"What do you mean?" She tilted her head.
"In seducing your husband. Earlier, you were so hesitant," Édouard stated.
Charlotte chuckled and laughed a little. Her fingers traced the scars on his torso and slowly the smile disappeared from her lips. She didn't say anything and kept staring into his eyes.
"What do you want to say?" Édouard asked her finally.
"Are you happy, Édouard?" Charlotte queried him.
"Of course. I am the happiest man of this kingdom," Édouard replied.
"Say the truth," Charlotte said.
"It is the truth," Édouard emphasized.
"If I'll ask you the same question after a month, a year, or many years will your answer be the same?" Charlotte inquired.