Lost Hybrid

The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband

Xiao Wang

The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business. I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar. They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream. When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything. I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse? But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter. "If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance."

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Angela's Point of View

It only takes a single moment to destroy someone's entire world. One minute, I was so happy, living life to the fullest, my heart light and my smile always bright. Then, in the blink of an eye, all that joy slipped away, leaving me in a darkness so thick I could hardly breathe. Sadness wrapped itself around me, filling every part of me with endless tears and silent cries that I couldn't stop.

I stood there, staring at the house, my heart breaking as tears streamed down my face. That place had been my everything, and in mere moments, everything within me had shifted.

"Mom, where did you put the board? I can't find it," I called out as I searched the storage room, hoping for a response. But silence answered me, and a sense of unease began creeping in.

"Mom!" I called out again, louder this time, straining to hear any sound. But there was nothing. I turned my head, trying to catch any sound, any hint of movement. Something felt wrong.

Then, like a whisper in my mind, I heard her voice. "Don't come out of the storage," she warned, her words echoing in my thoughts.

"What? Why?" I asked, confusion and worry settling in.

"Stay put. I'll be there soon," she said, her voice tight. My chest tightened in response as anxiety crept in. I took a deep breath, catching a familiar scent that made my heart race-the blocking powder we used during hunts to mask our scent-it was already in the air.

Then, the storage door creaked open, and there she was, my mom, standing there with wide eyes, her breath quick and shallow. She looked like she had seen something terrible, something haunting.

"What's happening, Mom?" I tried to ask, my voice unsteady, but before I could finish, she raised a finger to her lips, silencing me.

"Not now," she whispered.

"Baby girl, you have to do me a favor, okay? You have to stay here, quiet. Quiet! Don't say a word, okay?" she said in a rush, her gaze constantly flicking toward the door.

"What's going on? At least tell me what's happening. The atmosphere is so tense, and why is the powder here? Do we have uninvited guests?" I asked non-stop, anxiety lacing my voice.

"My love, this isn't the time for questions. Keep your curiosity to yourself, or you'll end up where you don't want to be," she said quickly, her tone firm but filled with fear.

"What's wrong with wanting to know what's going on?" I asked, trying to hide my frustration.

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you anything right now," she said quickly. She glanced over her shoulder before turning back to me with urgency.

"Use this on yourself to hide your scent. I need to go back before they start looking for me. I don't want them to find you," she said, glancing anxiously toward the door. She shoved a small tube into my hands and rushed out, securing the door behind her.

Who were they? I moved quietly toward the door but before I could reach it, it opened suddenly. I gasped, then sighed in relief when I saw it was only my mom.

"I told you to stay put, didn't I?" she said angrily.

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