Nancy_Jim

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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? 

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"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.


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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.

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The Merchant's Bride

Rochester turned on his heel, arms slumping to his sides. "What else is there to say?"


"'What else?'" the woman got up first, twisting a turn to look at him. "I wouldn't say 'what else', rather I would say 'who else'?"


"'Who else?' Okay, Madam Eloise-Winifred Blenntmort…"


"… tell me what plan you have cooking under your sleeves."


"'Plan?' Of course not," the woman was skulking up to his side. "The lazy people are those who plan, I," she reached his spot, flipping him around by holding his waist, "am a woman that executes. Execution is everything, and why I have since grown tired of your dilly-dallying to find you a bride, I made proper arrangements and—"


"Mother!" Rochester's eyes coloured up. "What did you do!?"


Lips stretching into a thin line, his eyes narrowed. He was about to lambaste the woman for her brutal decision when he spotted that familiar person through the corner of his eye. 


Strange girl ll