My Crazy Sister in law

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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On the day Izabella Dobson learned she was two months pregnant, she was also diagnosed with terminal liver cancer.

Sitting in the taxi, the doctor's words echoed in her ears again. "Miss Dobson, your body is weaker than most. An abortion now would accelerate the cancer. You have only three months left. Why not go home and discuss chemotherapy with your family? You're still so young..."

Izabella folded the report and slipped it into a hidden compartment in her bag. She leaned back against the seat and let out a soft, bitter laugh.

How perfect. Only three months left.

The moment she opened the door to the villa, laughter drifted from the dining room.

She looked up and saw two extra people at the usually cold dinner table.

Izabella froze.

Over the past two years, Carson Gilbert had paraded countless women past her. He loved watching her flinch and flee while he held different beauties in his arms.

Then, in the room separated by only one wall, he spent entire nights lost in pleasure.

The breathless moans and cries tore through the silent nights like screams from hell, shredding her nerves.

But today marked the first time he brought a woman home to eat with the family.

She thought she had grown used to it, yet sharp pain still flooded her chest.

She hesitated, wondering if she should skip dinner and head straight upstairs, when the girl spotted her in the entryway. "Izzy, you're finally back! We've been waiting forever!"

Izabella's head snapped up. Only then did she realize the girl was her half-sister from her father's second marriage, Margaret Dobson.

How could Carson be with her...

Carson's mom, Madison Gilbert, shot her an impatient glare. "Do guests have to wait for you?"

Izabella shrank into her seat and spoke softly. "The medical report took longer than expected."

Carson sat directly across from her. She kept her head down. She looked even thinner than before, her small face almost buried in her bowl. "Why did you suddenly decide to get a checkup?"

Izabella paused mid-chew.

Margaret glanced subtly at Carson and smiled. "How were the results? Nothing uncomfortable, I hope?"

"Everything was fine."

Madison snorted. "Trouble lingers forever. What illness could she possibly have? She's tough as nails. She's the one who brings death to others."

Izabella's hand trembled around her fork. She bit her lip hard to hold back the flood of tears.

Two years earlier, she married Carson's older brother, Richard Gilbert, to bring him good luck during his illness. That very wedding night, Richard died from a sudden attack.

Since then, she became the cursed bringer of misfortune scorned by the entire Gilbert family. Insults and mockery had become daily routine for two years.

Yet she was the true victim in all of it.

Back in college, she and Carson had been deeply in love, already talking about marriage.

No one could have guessed that those marriage plans would mark the beginning of her life's misery.

Richard had always rivaled his younger brother. Anything Carson wanted, Richard took.

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