Rising From Ashes: The Assassin Bride's Comeback

Chapter 8

Word Count: 643 | Released on: 15/06/2026

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at. In the hallway, my loyal maid, Clara Hayes, was waiting with a small trunk containing the last

ear the muffled sound of a crashing object from

ou've done, you

ad planted were already sprouting. But I wasn't

, "I need you to do something for me. Go back to the parlor door. Tell

nodded, her loyalty absolute.

y voice cold and precise. "Why is it th

onan was my father's bastard son by his long-time mistress, Princess

ss long before he married Eleonora. It was a deeply humiliating secret, a stain on Ele

luck in her marriage negotiations. And that I do hope her intended's family

iece of blackmail to ensure they

ited by the main doors. A few moments later, I heard a woman's hyst

ession shaken. "I delive

aid simply,

long, Clara recounted the scene. How my father's face had gone ashen, and ho

last rotten ties that bound me to this family. I had not just taken my money; I had shattered the foundation of their marriage. From

the distance. A strange lightness filled my chest. It felt as if a heavy, invisib

to the ghost of the girl whose body I now inhabite

ast vestiges of the original Anja's sorrow and

s already

turn to the

: Secure

leb Burke with a petition for

r my freedom

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Rising From Ashes: The Assassin Bride's Comeback

Amigo Werewolf

“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.”