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Jilted Bride: Marrying The Dead War Hero

Author: Qing He

Chapter 1

Word Count: 810 | Released on: Today at 20:14

d be here

ing the cool, intricate silver of her engagement rin

rose garden gazebo's lattice, painting s

r heart leap. She looked u

e smil

eaumont, her fiancé,

Seraphina Valois, dressed in a gown of vibrant crimso

pression was a

n Jolie's stomach. She rose slowl

raphina. Wha

just over her shoulder, jaw tight. The warmth he usually

a soft, apologetic whisper. "

ng in quietly. The air grew thick.

motionless. "Jolie, there are going to b

m going to ma

stared at him, the man who had sworn his lo

ed around Seraphina's. A pu

her trembling fingers gripping the cool ma

ed, barely a whisper. "The promise b

eplied coolly. "You will still join the

ally met hers, held a f

be my m

ched. Her body began to tremble, not from we

an she was to marry, the cousin she

r cheek. "It's all my fault," she sobbed, though her eyes were

olie's lips. The shock was burning

e, lifting her chin. Each

on, will never

perhaps a dignified retreat. He had not expected this defi

. "Remember your position. Without the protection of the Beaumo

s hit th

y was wiped out. Jolie harbors thoughts of revenge, and clues drive her here. She had to st

need for revenge clashed with the

ught he had won. His tone softened

as cloying, her voice syrupy sweet. "Jolie, we can still be siste

away as if burned. Her e

ve one day to consider," he snarled

ay without a backward glance, as if the sight of J

ed back. She offered Jolie a look of profound apology, but de

The sweet scent of roses no

er finger. She closed her fist around it, the sharp edges of th

s had frozen into somethi

n her eyes. Veng

tay in this house of vipers without sac

Chapter End

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Jilted Bride: Marrying The Dead War Hero

Qing He History

“I was supposed to marry Lord Tristan Beaumont. The wedding was perfectly planned, and my ancestral engagement ring was already on my finger. But days before the ceremony, he walked into the rose garden with my cousin, Seraphina, clinging to his arm. He looked at me with chilling indifference and announced he was marrying her instead. "You will still join the Beaumont family. Just not as my wife. You can be my mistress." Seraphina squeezed out fake tears, claiming they couldn't control their love, while the Beaumont matriarchs cornered me in the drawing room. They demanded I accept this humiliation quietly to protect their reputation, offering a dowry as the price for my dignity. Tristan even threatened me, reminding me that without their protection, I was an orphan with nothing left. They thought I was a helpless girl who would obediently step into their gilded cage, knowing I needed their family's resources to uncover the truth behind my parents' deaths. The humiliation burned, but my shock quickly turned into cold, hard fury. I looked at the man who had sworn his love and the cousin I had trusted like a sister. Why should I sacrifice my dignity to be a stepping stone for their perfect romance? I, Jolie Vinson, would never be anyone's pathetic mistress. So, in front of the entire smug family, I made a counter-proposal. "I request permission to marry the late Lord Gabriel by proxy." I chose to marry Tristan's dead older brother, becoming the untouchable senior widow to seize his vast, hidden fortune. But what I didn't know was that my "dead" husband was actually very much alive, hiding in the secret passages of my new bedroom, watching my every move.”