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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 day in my life, thinking about how life is, looking at the sky so blue and bright while the sun hit my face. All I wished for in that moment was for the smile on my face to remain like that forever, with me lost in my thoughts; all I was thinking about was how everything would be okay.

Still lost in my thoughts, before I could realize, the next thing I knew, I had fallen on my feet.

I fainted, " in her sleep memories of how she lives came to her".

Dera woke up at 5:30 a.m. sharp. Every morning, her coffee brewed while she showered, her heels making sounds as she walked. She is always on her laptop, sending emails and feeding deadlines to her soul. She didn't have time for lunch, friends, or love. Please. That was a luxury for people with spare hours.

No one speaks when the elevator dings.

It's like the office exhales in fear the second the elevator door opens and she steps out - Dera, CEO of Beauty Palace. Sharp heels. Sharper eyes. Her presence slices through conversation, cutting laughter at the throat.

No one dares to make eye contact. Her stare isn't cruel - it's worse. It's cold. Calculating. Like she already knows your secrets and is deciding whether they're worth your job.

She doesn't yell. She doesn't need to.

One raised eyebrow could mean restructuring. A tight-lipped smile? Someone's getting fired. Her words are precise - no wasted motion, no mercy.

People say she wasn't always like this, that once, she was kind.

But something changed the day she took the top floor. Some say it was the betrayal of a partner, others whisper about a hostile takeover that left blood on her hands - metaphorically, maybe.

Or maybe not.

Interns whisper

She once fired a director with a single sentence.

She doesn't blink when she speaks.

She knows everyone's login passwords.

But despite the fear, no one leaves. Because Dera builds empires - and if you survive under her rule, you rise faster than anywhere else. That fear? It's part of the game. A test. And she's the final boss.

One day, an assistant spilled coffee on her reports. Everyone went silent, waiting for thunder.

Dera walked over, looked at the mess, then calmly said, "Bring me a new copy. And don't ever let fear stop you from fixing a mistake.

"back to reality" And when I opened my eyes, I was on a hospital bed". I couldn't figure out what was happening.

A doctor came to check on me, and I was just there staring. I couldn't utter a word, not because I couldn't talk, but there was fear in me holding my voice back.

Flashback: I could recall when my husband (Richard) and I were having a misunderstanding. When I spoke a bad word to him, telling him I didn't need him. I didn't mean to say that to him, and I was never like that. I was just under pressure from the baby we lost and looking for someone to put the blame on. I could have actually said something else, but I didn't realize when that came out of my mouth.

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