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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?
 
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"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.

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The Second Husband

Édouard had prepared the fish stew for them while Charlotte was still making the dough. He had asked her numerous times to let him help her, but she refused to take his help. 


Édouard looked at her face. Her cheeks and forehead were covered with flour. "You will finish the entire flour at this rate. Look at your fingers," he said. 


"It is because you troubled me the entire time," Charlotte put the blame on him. 


"Do you love to blame me when things go wrong with you?" He asked.


"Yes," Charlotte loudly said. "I mean no." Her answer changed immediately. It made Édouard laugh and she beamed at him in fury. "Stop laughing at me. I made the dough so well that day in the palace." She still wanted to prove to him that she knew how to knead.


"It was the head lady chef," Édouard replied. "Don't lie anymore and let me do it," he opined and grasped her wrist. 


"It wasn't her entirely," Charlotte said and looked away. 


"Tsk. When the lies are caught, the liar is punished," Édouard said.


I am a good kisser