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Rising From Ashes: The Assassin Bride's Comeback

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 786    |    Released on: 15/06/2026

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his cheek a testament to his public humiliation. I followed in my h

on, and my stepmother, Eleonora, were waiting for me. They sat side-by-side on a larg

re not prepared for the woman who walked in. I had used Liam's money to purchase a simple but elegant travel

ide him. "You finally decide to show your face! Do you h

e of wounded maternal love. "Oh, Anja, my dear child. What cou

vacant armchair, sat down, and poured myself a cu

as a declaration of defian

ve you permission

"Father," I said, my voice calm and even. "When I was Anja Vinso

shed a dark,

hard as a diamond, "I am Mrs. Burke. According to the protocols of nobilit

had turned their own rigid r

ing with concern. "We were worried for you, Anja. Your sister Dahlia was terri

bastard who climbs into her sister's marriage bed?

bare, right there in

ge more for the exposure of his own affair th

g with his. "You know the truth of it. Just as you

s abruptly, keepin

arefully constructed composure cracked. A

e room. "On my wedding night, my husband was sleeping with

ts. Instead of demanding justice for me, you

son standard of honor? Or is a daughter's dignity something

ed directly at their most vulnerable p

iculated his craven motivations pe

u speaking to me now as the head of House Vinson, or as a

an, I am no longer under your complete authority. If it is the latter, I suggest you get your o

nswer he gave would be a

their faces a mixture of shock and dawning horror. They were looking at their daught

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Rising From Ashes: The Assassin Bride's Comeback
Rising From Ashes: The Assassin Bride's Comeback
“Today was my wedding day, a political marriage to the powerful Alpha, Caleb Burke. But on my wedding night, I woke up to find my new husband and my illegitimate half-sister, Dahlia, tangled together in my bridal bed. Instead of an apology, Caleb sneered and ordered me to stay quiet so I wouldn't ruin his mood. Dahlia clutched the sheets, putting on a fake, tearful performance to frame me as a hysterical madwoman. To make matters worse, my stepmother had laced my wedding champagne with a potent aphrodisiac, plotting to completely destroy my reputation so Dahlia could take my place. Even my own father was in on the cruelty, perfectly willing to sacrifice my dignity to protect the family name while they secretly drained my dead mother's dowry. The original Anja lived a life of quiet suffering, swallowing every insult, only to be betrayed and pushed to her death by her own blood on her wedding night. Why did her family treat her worse than a stray dog while treating a bastard daughter like royalty? But they didn't know the weak, timid Anja was already gone. I, a top-tier assassin from another world, opened my eyes in her pathetic body. I grabbed the silver letter opener from the nightstand and pressed it against my cheating husband's throat. "I suggest you file for an annulment by sunrise," I smiled coldly, officially starting my revenge.”