Pampered By The Ruthless Northern Warden

Chapter 4

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hat raked over my frame. She scrutinized my simple dress and my lack of

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ce me to step f

ove. My elbow connected with his r

n the dirt path, my

single word of apol

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w, or the wedding i

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rkably light again

panic. His voice cracked as he roar

ait for you to come crawling

t break

te courtyard ten minutes later

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g in the center of the boxes,

yndicate dowry list. Not a dowry. A bride‑price. A king's ra

inspected the op

le of gold bars was a

secure, beautifully designed secluded villa. It

g it pathetic and beneath them, and how he had explicitly forbidden me

er phones, the operational ledgers, the framed photos, and the cheap gifts from the past decade-all of it, the sunk cost of my youth, was piled into a missh

hing a decade of me

the sirens. N

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Dorine Koestler Mafia

“I waited eleven years to marry the Syndicate Underboss. But on the final night of the Old Ways, Silas laughed with his men and announced he would never claim me. Instead, he elevated his adopted sister, Serena, to his side. He left me standing entirely alone at the ceremonial altar, letting the whole mafia family mock me with vulture‑like pity. When I tore Serena's dress in a blind rage, he locked me in an underground fighting cage for his soldiers to jeer at, calling it a fair punishment. His mother openly called me damaged goods, and Silas threatened to give my entire dowry and family territories to Serena if I didn't bow down and apologize to her. For a decade, I endured his emotional abuse, only to realize I was just a convenient shield for his sick obsession with his sister. My heart finally went completely dead. I dropped his blood‑ruby engagement crest into the trash and burned eleven years of memories to ash. Then, I invoked the ancient laws of severance right to his face. "I'm breaking the arrangement." When Alessandro, the lethal Warden of the North, arrived with an armored motorcade to claim me as his Queen, Silas finally panicked. He chased my car, pounding on the glass with bloodshot eyes, begging me to come back. I just looked at him with flat, dead calm and rolled up the window.”