Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Dragon Lord

Chapter 2

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as. The walls were peeling, the furniture old and scarred. It was a

ago, and she had been fiercely loyal to me ever since. She was clever and quick-w

er apron in her hands. "Did Lord and

ass of cold water, drinking it all in one go. "Th

ng on the little knowledge of contract law I had learned in my other world. Not much, but practical. Th

furrowed in confusion be

ed the parchment. "Danette, I need you

Golden Lion bank in the city, deliver this contract directly t

s a request from 'Gideon Carlisle's bride.'

cticed ease, as if I already

e in my gaze. "My lady, are you truly going to marry...

ey can't, Danette. Money is a

urely into her skirt, and slipped ou

, violet eyes. Beautiful, but sad. It wouldn't stay that way for long, though. Onc

the Sterlings treated me, the shock on their faces when I

even their adopted child. Perhaps I wa

ulder again. A red spider lily, so intricately detailed. It had been there as long as I could remember. I never understood why I had it. I'

ching a sealed parchment scroll tightly in her h

eal. Two hundred thousand gold marks. A fortune. The foun

t be reclaimed. Ha. My adoptive father was probably still scheming about

of satisfaction washed over me. I picked a

complete. But the wedding, and the monst

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“I was the neglected foster daughter of the wealthy Sterling family, treated like dirt while their real daughter was treated like a princess. Suddenly, they ordered me to take her place and marry the Dragon Lord, Gideon Carlisle. He was a fearsome, disfigured ruler confined to a wheelchair, rumored to have torn a handmaiden apart with his bare hands. They didn't want their precious daughter's future ruined by a crippled monster, so they threw me to the wolves. They expected me to cry, beg, and accept my tragic fate. On my wedding day, when I arrived at the Dragon Lord's palace, the steward pointed me to a narrow side entrance-a literal dog door. The guards and servants lined up to watch, snickering as they waited for the terrified country bride to disgrace herself. Did my foster parents really think I was just a pathetic, obedient pawn born to be sacrificed? Did this crippled tyrant think a closed door and some cheap humiliation could break my spirit? I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, after extorting 200,000 gold marks from the Sterlings as my survival fund, I walked right up to the palace. I ripped off my bridal veil, picked up a 500-pound stone gargoyle with my bare hands, and smashed his massive iron gate to pieces. "If he won't open the door for me, I'll open it myself."”