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The 4th book in the 'Lord's, Duke and the Ghost': Young master Damien's pet

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?"

The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind.

"Bring the man here."

"N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night.

Damien who hadn't broken his eyes contact with the girl in front of him pushed his hand against the wall which previously rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes.

"Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out.

Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain.

"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.

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Book: Girl in the Casket

Year 1893

When Louise Scruggs agrees to marry Mr. Reed, one of the most elite men in her town of Habsburg due to certain circumstances, she believes life couldn't get any more different than what it was until she comes to know with dismay that the man has had three wives before her and all of them are dead.

But that isn't what she has to worry about. With unknown people around her and someone trying to get rid of her from the huge estate, she has to save her life before history repeats itself again.

Prologue:

It was a dark night of a starless sky that reflected down the land of Habsburg. The townsfolks were in their deep slumber as few men walked towards a shed located on the outskirts of the town. Every footstep of theirs making noise as they stepped through the stalks of the grass which had dried beneath their feet. Except for the sound of crickets, there was nothing else to accompany them.

A small shed stood at the far corner which was built near the edge of the thick forest. Walking towards it, one of the men opened the door which had been locked to avoid people from getting inside. Inside the shed was a woman who sat on a wooden chair with her hands and legs that were bound to the chair.

Upon their presence, the woman struggled to free herself from the binds that were keeping her tied in here. But the more she fought to free herself, the ropes only dug into her skin, the rough brown edges of the rope pricking her like a hundred of needles on her skin.

In an attempt to run away she fell off the chair when one of them came to get her but all her attempts were futile. Her mouth had been gagged with a cloth due to which the voice came out muffled which fell on deaf ears. One of the men who was heavier in built picked her up, putting her on his shoulders as he followed the other three men out of the shed and into the deep forest.

The woman thrashed and hit the man's back with her bound hands but it didn't stop the man from taking her to where they were ordered to take her. The farther they walked, the smaller the town grew until it disappeared behind the trees. The woman was scared, scared of what was going to happen to her. Tears started to stream down her eyes at the thought of it. When the men had walked a distance through the thicket of trees, she was put down on the ground with little to no gentleness making her flinch in pain due to the impact of her body hitting the ground.

Wondering where and why they had got her to the forest she turned her head to the right to see heaps of mud and the ground that was dug in between it. Realizing what it was she crawled for her life, trying to get away from them but she couldn't go too far as two men came to pick her up and put her on the hollow ground that was dug for her.

Tears slipped through the edges of her eyes as she accepted the fate of her life. She had never dreamt of going through something, never thought about it. She had wished to be happy, wished to live a full life and not die like this. Never. She had believed and that was her folly. The folly that was costing her young life. The men had already begun to fill the dug ground with mud where she sat. One after another where she closed her eyes, more tears coming to fall on her pale cheeks, some absorbing into the cloth that was tied around her mouth.

Once the men were done putting back the mud in its place with the woman buried underneath it, they planted few plants to avoid any suspicion and leveled the ground after burying her in the deep forest away from the town.