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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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Black soul ll

Richard, who was standing on the rung beneath her, shuddered a wistful laugh. "There are two kinds of monsters," he spoke. "There is the monster that fights himself when he has erred and seeks forgiveness, seeks to change. And there is the monster who is evil down to their soul. You've got a black soul, Samantha. I learned about your atrocities from a man named Garron last night."

Samantha, eyes aghast, hopped a step higher from him.

"By your expression, I can tell that name surely rings a bell."

Samantha started to shake visibly but made it bold to ask. "What--what did that person say to you?" She climbed back another step taller without taking her eyes off Richard.

Richard gaited up another step, bellying towards her. His light blue eyes had turned predatory when he said, "You do NOT deserve a love like the type Isabelle shows to you."

"Stop, okay. And step back!" Samantha swiveled and started up the steps like she normally would before the start of that man's confrontation.