Severed Ties: Marrying The Cursed Dragon Lord

Chapter 8

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arrived in a flash. Tod

miliar maids entered, carrying basins of water, a gown, and je

smile. "Miss Alys, please rise and wash. Th

as they pleased. I knew I had to play the

y, I felt a sharp sting from my

atterns, symbolizing a marriage between dragon-kin nobles. But on me, it felt like a mockery. This red drag

The maids styled my long hair and placed a heavy h

in, but her green eyes, like fire-quenche

ad given this once-timid face

ed when she met my gaze in the mir

filled with awe and fascination

sekeeper offered a perfunctory complim

aids couldn't help but

knew Miss Alys w

before. She seems... even more

eeper coughed sharply, a

l in the mirror

ease wait here. We will depart a

others out, lea

spering, "Miss, today you look... like the

but said

nd walked to

e servants busily moving che

Beaumont had agreed to my terms, I didn't believe for a seco

oisonous mushroom. After being silent for days,

tell the housekeeper that I want t

s against the rules. The bride is not sup

nquestionable. "I said, 'I

r argument. She immedia

irror, looking at the cold-e

d show was a

tient hunter waiting for th

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Severed Ties: Marrying The Cursed Dragon Lord

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“I woke up to the searing agony of shattered ribs and a ruptured heart. I had transmigrated into the body of Alys, the "Dragonless" disgrace of a noble dragon-kin family. The original owner had just been beaten to death by her own brother. Her crime? Refusing to take her beloved sister's place in a marriage to a cursed, notoriously cruel Dragon Lord. As I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, my brother raised his foot to kick me again. "Will you marry him, or not? Don't make me do it again, you family disgrace!" My beautiful sister Henrietta hid behind her fake tears, begging him to stop while her eyes glittered with cruel satisfaction. My parents didn't care about my fatal injuries. They only cared that I was breathing enough to be tossed into a carriage to save the family's honor. To them, my life was just a cheap bargaining chip to protect their precious youngest daughter. They expected me to submit in fear, to quietly accept my fate as a sacrificial lamb for this hypocritical family. They thought I would die silently in that cursed lord's frozen keep without a fight. But I am a top modern surgeon, not the weak girl they abused for twenty years. I looked at my so-called family with cold detachment and agreed to the substitute marriage. But first, I would extort a massive dowry, strip them of their most profitable assets, and force my father to sign a document severing all ties. I will marry the monster, but this time, I am playing by my own rules.”