Dear readers, please let me know if you're happy with the way the story is progressing. You are welcome to share your opinion and give me suggestions. Thank you and know that every comment you leave is a valuable input for me."Not a bad sight," she murmured. "Not a bad sight at all."A slight frown creased his brows then his lips curved into a knowing smile."Seems you've found a more captivating view closer by," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.Marguerite felt a blush creep up her neck. "You're... you're so vain!" she stammered, flustered.Jacob shrugged, a hint of a playful smirk still lingering. "Never underestimate the power of a captivating sunset, or perhaps," he added, his voice dropping a notch lower, "the person standing next to it."Marguerite huffed, a strangled laugh escaping her lips despite her annoyance."You are incorrigible!"To Marguerite's relief, the playful banter eased the simmering tension. Jacob turned his attention to the treehouse, stepping forw
The next morning, Marguerite wrestled her luggage out of her room, hoping to slip away before anyone awoke. Not anger, but something far more insidious fueled her haste. Sleep had evaded her the prior night. A torrent of rage had engulfed her initially, but as the hours bled into dawn, a sobering train of thought infiltrated the red mist.What was the true source of her anger? Was it Jacob's self-serving motives, or the fact that he'd shoved the ugly truth in her face, shattering the fragile hope she'd built through denial? The answer, a sudden flash of deep knowledge, hit her like a ton of bricks.The anger she'd displayed had been a mere facade. A mask for the real emotion lurking beneath ~ fear. Fear of the feelings Jacob had unearthed, emotions that threatened to lead her down a dangerous path.Shaken by the realization, her first instinct was to escape. A desperate flight before reason abandoned her entirely. Last night, she'd been swept away by his allure. How long could she re
A Sordid BeginningThe gentle wind passed through a lively street in the seaside town, carrying the salty scent of the ocean and the relaxing sound of the waves crashing onto the shore.The sidewalk was packed with people passing and coming in and out of the fashionable shops and tea houses lining the street. Almost everyone flaunted themselves in the latest style, gracing the walkway with their bright and vibrant presence. This pedestrian precinct was ultimately the town's attraction with its fancy-looking crowd and pretty sights every which way one turned, but close to this charming part of town, the shadier sides lay hidden between the buildings across the street, where rogues and scoundrels lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike.From hi
Five years later, Time flew and several years had passed since that very day. As he'd pledged to himself, Matthew had managed to survive on his own. Well, at least he was still alive, although his life was nothing but a string of misfortune. He'd just settled into a new job, after the last one -a proper and legal job, came to an ignoble end. He lost his previous job, and nearly lost his life as well. It seemed he wasn't meant for a righteous life. He returned to his old ways, wandering anchorless in the street with no other purpose than to survive. A few days ago, after helping a young thug escape pursuit from the mad town folks, he was being recruited into a gang of robbers. This was the first time he took part in their act. Hiding his uneasiness in front of his fellow thugs, Matthew shifted nervously in the saddle. There's a significant difference between thieving and robbing. Doing the
A blast of raucous laughter from a distance away silenced them both. The girl immediately stilled, and Matthew could feel she was catching her breath. They stood very still, watching the thugs walk past them. Gradually he felt her body relax in his arms. Her breathing was still in a race but she had stopped struggling. He waited until the men disappeared from view before releasing her.Once the villains receded into the woods, Arabella twisted her arms free and pulled away. At a glance she instantly recognized the thug. He was the man who rode with her earlier. Unlike the others, he seemed like he had no evil intentions toward her. He kept his hands off of her along the ride, and treated her politely. Still, she couldn't trust this man so easily."What do you want?""Nothing. I just want to help you out of here."Those beautiful eyes squinted suspiciously at him. He couldn't see their color in the dark, but he rem
He knew he should turn away the very second his gaze accidentally landed on a naked womanbut he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. A gentleman is not supposed to do such lowly things like peeping at naked women, but hell, he is no gentleman. He is a lowly scoundrel. He is supposed to do worse than this. Come to think about it, why not? He stared unblinking, feasting on the enticing curves of her body.He is a thief, after all. He'd stolen her from his gang. Now they are alone in the middle of nowhere and nobody could stop him, why don't he take the chance to enjoy his loot? He can drag her to the bank and take her there.His gaze followed her as she lowered herself and sat at the edge of the stream, dipping her feet into the water. Her arms raised as she pulled her hair back into a loose bun atop her head, the sideways view of her uplifted breast almost made him lose control.
Matthew lost track of how long he'd been running through the woods carrying the girl on his back. His lungs felt as if they were going to explode but he refused to stop. He forced himself to run faster, and faster, until finally his legs gave out and he crumpled down onto the wet ground. With one side of his face pressed against the forest floor, he struggled to regain his breath. Arabella's head lolled beside his, her gentle breath fanned his cheek. "Hold on," He whispered, as though she could hear him. "Hold on just a little longer." Trembling with exhaustion, he lifted his head and spotted a cave in a hillside not so far away. He struggled to get back on his feet, but the delicate weight that burdened him seemed many times multiplied now. His legs buckled under him several times as he scrambled his way to th
"Lady, are you crazy?!!! Do you think it's easy to get this cure?!!!" Madam Nora lashed out, her eyes flashing in anger."Jesus!" Matthew stared down at the spilled potion."Madam, what do we do now?"Madam Nora snorted."Tell you what, young man. You're wasting your time and effort for this ungrateful miss. She is not worthy of your compassion.""Please, can you make another one? I'll go get the flowers." He pleaded, afraid the offended Madam would refuse to help."No need. She is lucky I still have one cup left.""Oh, thank God." Matthew sighed in relief.Taking the pot off the cooking stove, Madam Nora poured the remaining potion into another cup and brought it back to Arabella, who immediately stiffened at the sight."You'll never get me to drink that!""Now you hol
The next morning, Marguerite wrestled her luggage out of her room, hoping to slip away before anyone awoke. Not anger, but something far more insidious fueled her haste. Sleep had evaded her the prior night. A torrent of rage had engulfed her initially, but as the hours bled into dawn, a sobering train of thought infiltrated the red mist.What was the true source of her anger? Was it Jacob's self-serving motives, or the fact that he'd shoved the ugly truth in her face, shattering the fragile hope she'd built through denial? The answer, a sudden flash of deep knowledge, hit her like a ton of bricks.The anger she'd displayed had been a mere facade. A mask for the real emotion lurking beneath ~ fear. Fear of the feelings Jacob had unearthed, emotions that threatened to lead her down a dangerous path.Shaken by the realization, her first instinct was to escape. A desperate flight before reason abandoned her entirely. Last night, she'd been swept away by his allure. How long could she re
Dear readers, please let me know if you're happy with the way the story is progressing. You are welcome to share your opinion and give me suggestions. Thank you and know that every comment you leave is a valuable input for me."Not a bad sight," she murmured. "Not a bad sight at all."A slight frown creased his brows then his lips curved into a knowing smile."Seems you've found a more captivating view closer by," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.Marguerite felt a blush creep up her neck. "You're... you're so vain!" she stammered, flustered.Jacob shrugged, a hint of a playful smirk still lingering. "Never underestimate the power of a captivating sunset, or perhaps," he added, his voice dropping a notch lower, "the person standing next to it."Marguerite huffed, a strangled laugh escaping her lips despite her annoyance."You are incorrigible!"To Marguerite's relief, the playful banter eased the simmering tension. Jacob turned his attention to the treehouse, stepping forw
The next day, late in the afternoon, Jacob led Marguerite on a winding tour of the estate. As they strolled the stone path in the garden, Marguerite tilted her head up, admiring the towering trees above them. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, casting shifting patterns on the ground. "Jake, I've heard rumors about your far-flung voyage across Europe and the Middle East, is that true?" Marguerite broke the silence. Her question sounded innocent, but a flicker of something in her eyes betrayed a deeper curiosity."Indeed," he replied, "There was even a year where I barely touched home soil.""The allure of the unknown, experiencing new cultures and faces, it must be intoxicating," Her voice trailed off, her gaze flickering to his face, searching for a deeper emotion beneath the surface."But have you ever missed home amidst your adventures?"A flicker of sadness, as fleeting as a shooting star, crossed his features before a wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Perhaps the thr
When Marguerite entered the dining room later, a hint of vanilla and cinnamon danced in the air, mingling with the sweet perfume of the crimson roses that adorned the table's center. A dozen candles flickered softly, their warm glow painting the brick walls with the shimmering light of a thousand fireflies. The soft crackle of the fireplace added a comforting soundtrack to the ambiance. Linen napkins lay folded beside gleaming silverware, the perfect finishing touch to this romantic setting.Across the room, Jacob awaited her at a small round table draped in a snowy tablecloth. As she approached, he rose to his feet with a flourish, pulling out her chair with a practiced ease. His chivalrous demeanor fit perfectly with his previous image as a master of seduction.Yet, Marguerite had discovered a glimpse of something deeper beneath his carefree facade. Tonight, determined to explore this hidden side, Marguerite settled into her seat, anticipation simmering in the candlelit air. She pic
At the bottom, the butler materialized to guide them to the dining room, where the Duke and the duchess awaited. The duchess, a ravishing woman in her early forties, rose from her seat to welcome them. "I've heard the fascinating story about your connection to my husband's long-lost brother. What an incredible stroke of luck! The two of you are a real godsend!""Your Grace, you are far too kind," Marguerite replied, attempting a curtsy despite the duchess' attempt to stop her."Nonsense with formalities, Miss Goddard. Marguerite, may I call you that?""Of course, Your Grace," Marguerite said with a touch of amusement. "Just call me Maggie.""Then Maggie it is," the duchess declared, a warm smile gracing her lips. "And you, my dear, may call me Ava."Despite their recent acquaintance, Marguerite felt an inexplicable kinship with the duchess. As their conversation flowed, the duchess divulged a curious story."Years before my husband even knew he had a brother," she began, a hint of so
The Duke of Vermont paused just inside the doorway, surveying his unexpected guests. A young, attractive couple, clad in disheveled clothes, gawked at him, too stunned to offer a polite greeting."Have we met?" His question jolted them from their stupor.Marguerite and Jacob exchanged a bewildered glance, neither able to offer an immediate answer. The man standing before them was a mirror image of Matthew, a mature version with the same build and nearly identical face. The same eyes, an impossibly rare shade of blue, the same nose, the same strong jawline – It was Matthew's face, aged to perfection. Even his voice, a deep, rich rumble, echoed Matthew's own, the only difference being his mane of silver hair, a stark contrast to Matthew's raven locks.A beat of awkward silence passed before Jacob finally spoke, "Forgive me, Your Grace," he hesitated, "There's a... a certain resemblance we noticed between you and someone we know.""A resemblance, you say?" the Duke inquired, a hint of a
Dear readers, please don't forget to leave a comment below to help me understand what you like. I'll do my best to deliver the best for you.After a brief chat, they set their sights on the town market, hoping to find food and perhaps secure passage to their next destination, Vermont. The walk took about thirty minutes, and by the time they arrived, Marguerite's stomach was grumbling loudly. Despite the hunger pangs, she pressed on. Just as a wave of faintness washed over her, they reached the bustling market. Jacob, ever observant, noticed Marguerite's pale face and stopped short."Maggie, are you okay?" he asked with concern."I'm feeling a bit lightheaded," she admitted. "Maybe I need to sit down."Jacob gently took Chester from her arms and offered Marguerite his other arm for support. His firm grip steadied her as he guided her to a nearby bench."Don't worry," he assured her, "We'll find a doctor if you need one." He carefully placed Chester on the bench and helped her sit."No
Hello, so sorry for the late update. I've been juggling with my kids and my job recently, but I hope to deliver the best for all of you. Your comments are very helpful, so please tell me what you think about this story, about the characters, and what you like.The harsh words scraped against Marguerite's ears, conjuring nightmarish visions that coiled in her gut. Guilt twisted like a viper as she questioned sending Jacob back in. Relief washed over her in a tidal wave when a moment later Jacob emerged from the entrance, his soot-streaked face etched with grim determination. A whimper drew her attention to a small, trembling form nestled in his arms – Chester. "Jake! Thank goodness!"Returning the child in her arms to its mother, Marguerite sprinted toward them. Oblivious to the true source of her panic, Jacob mistook her frantic dash to him for concern over the puppy. He chuckled, passing the wriggling ball of fur into her arms."This little boy is shaken, but unharmed."Marguerite
Dear readers, I'm sorry for the very late update. Trying my best to juggle family, my current job and my passion for writing. Please keep in mind that I only want to deliver the best for you. Please feel free to let me know what you think of the story. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 🎊 As the trip progressed, Marguerite soon found that she could sit comfortably with Jacob for long minutes without the need to speak. To her great relief, he seemed relaxed and content with the companionable silence between them, not trying to entertain her with constant conversation. After a while, the quiet surroundings and the smooth motion of the vehicle made Marguerite feel sleepy. She'd just dozed off when suddenly the deafening sound of a gunshot rang out, startling her awake. The carriage lurched to a sudden halt and she was jolted forwards. Blinking back her confusion, she searched for Jacob in the opposite seat and asked fearfully,"Jake, is that robber?!" "You stay here, I'll check." Ja