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
I am worse than her [Bonus chapter]
"Leave, Brother," Matilda said.
"I won't. Do you want to destroy everything?" Niamh questioned her.
"Brother, I said leave! I don't want to hear anything at the moment. All I can think about is the slap she gave me," Matilda pronounced and looked at her bleeding hands. "She has to pay for this," she muttered.
Lady Bimson knocked on the door. Niamh asked her to come in.
"You can leave," Niamh said after Lady Bimson put the first-aid kit on the table.
Niamh went to the table and opened the kit. "Matilda, when Mother died you know how tough it was," he said and came to her. He sat beside her and held her right hand. He dabbed the cotton on it, which made Matilda hiss in pain. Niamh blew air over the wound and cleaned it.
"Why is Brother suddenly bringing our mother?" Matilda asked.
"She took a promise from me," Niamh said and took Matilda's left hand, "to take care of you."
Matilda chuckled and asked her brother to be gentle, who was cleaning the wound on her left hand.