Raging Runes

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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A'xelaan tilted his head to the side as I let my right fingers crawl across his long, manly neck; from the prominent muscle on the side to his apparent collarbone. I rubbed it roughly, feeling the bones with my index tip.

I used to think he was smart—like he'd have already read my intent with my moves. But maybe not. I did overestimate him.

With quick reflexes, I set the penknife in my other hand to his throat, but A'xelaan caught me by surprise when he had me bent over on the desk.

How he managed to pull me to his front and trap me in a split second, I didn't know. All I knew was his body brushing mine, my arms stretched above my head, grinding against the desk while being pinned down at the wrists by his powerful hand.

He patted my fingers and the knife fell from my grip. I chuckled painfully.

"You learn one smart move and decide to play a game?" A'xelaan snarled, his breath fanning my ear. Only then did I realize how close we were.

That close. Very close.

The feel of his lips grazing the side of my face was cold and smooth as he pressed down on my lower back with his other hand, his gruff voice causing me to flinch. "Maybe you've not realized this, but you are mine."

"Oh yeah," I kept chuckling. "Show me some fucking proof then!"

A'xelaan huffed and, without warning, something cold and sharp pierced into the skin of my left shoulder.

I was whimpering at first before a scream flew out my lips, my legs trembling as my hands struggled to break free of his grip.

Soon, the piercing stopped and A'xelaan's wet, hot tongue slowly licked the area. It gave a burning, itchy sensation.

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