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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

"Then, why did you lie to me?" Suzanne inquired, confusion etching her face. 


"Well, you believed it was a love letter, so I decided to playfully tease you," Damien replied, his grip on her hands loosening, allowing her to relax. "You're fully aware of who I am, yet you entertained the idea that I received a love letter from someone," his tone carried a playful edge.


Damien brushed the pad of his finger on her nose bridge. "It's not easy to make a place in my heart. You know this well," he asserted and moved away. 


Suzanne propped herself up on her elbows, sitting upright. "You were smiling when you read that letter. Anyone would have taken it as a love letter," she mumbled, her lips twitching. She moved to the edge of the bed to remove her slippers. After doing so, she brought her feet up and mentioned that she was going to sleep.


Damien held her wrist and asked her if she was tired. 


I don't want to stop [Bonus chapter]