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

NOTICE: FIRST 1/3RD OF THIS CHAPTER WILL BE EDITED OUT IN A FEW HOURS. BEAR WITH ME!


"No." Louisa used the back of her left hand; the one she was holding the slices of bread with to wipe at her eyes. It was obvious that she'd been forced to relive the memory of whatever had happened to her or was still happening to her. Mrs. Phellipe could tell that it was something that had to do with her having to work as a lesser maid in the house. Somehow, Mrs. Phellipe suspected that Madam Eloise was a huge part of the plot.


"She found out, didn't she?" Mrs. Phellipe asked, arms crossed in front of her body. 


"She did?" Mrs. Phellipe began to fit the puzzle together, linking the situation to how madam Eloise had said she no longer trusted her for being 'Hazel's accomplice'.


That made a whole lot of sense until Louisa opened her mouth to speak. 


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