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The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 693 | Released on: 04/02/2026

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ed. "It's Alistair! He's

er bag and sprinted toward the house, lea

ol glistening at the corner of his mouth, playing the part perfectly

car. No one looked at h

n, listening. Hemate

Alistair Kaufman. Suspected poisoning. The

declared incompetent by the board tomorrow. The assets wo

p on her bag and follow

unnoticed in the chaos, trailing the

Kaela noted the room was designed as a Faraday cage

massive four-poster bed. His skin was the color of

ropping! 60 over 40! Get the c

She saw the black veins tr

rough the panic like a scalpel. "His lungs are full of

silent. Sterli

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moved tow

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eked. "She's a hillbilly! She's

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out a folding knife. The blade was

!" Sterling yelled.

foot. "I need to drain the pressure from t

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one j

ng guttural, animalistic noises. He swu

word slurred but intel

Kaufman is having an episode!

ing by the arm.

o the hall. He looked at Kaela, then at Barron, an

nt, save for the b

ng. He sat up straight, wiped his mouth, a

voice was deep, clear, and

blink. "Pas

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“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."”