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
Inside these four walls [Bonus chapter]
Andrew landed on the bed after removing the waistcoat and opened the buttons of his shirt to breathe better.
"How was the meeting, Your Highness?" Simone came there and asked him.
Andrew gazed at him. "It was nice. You were right. I would like to meet her again on a later date," Andrew affirmed.
The Prince's response delighted Simone. "Did His Highness like Miss Finley?" He queried.
"I liked talking with her," Andrew stated.
"That's great to hear. The King and the Queen are eager to hear Prince Andrew's answer," Simone said.
"Simone can tell them my answer. I would like to see Miss Finley for more time," Andrew replied.
Simone smiled and bowed to him. "Sure, Your Highness. I will inform them." He asked Andrew whether he wanted to sleep for some time to which he refused.
"No. I would not be sleeping," Andrew asserted and sat up. "You can leave, Simone," he politely said. However, he stopped Simone again and asked him if he should send something for Francesca.