Married To The Cursed Dragon Lord

Chapter 6

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tectable scent reached me. "Sleeping Vine,"

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Married To The Cursed Dragon Lord

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“I am the only "Dragonless" outcast in my noble family. My stepmother and stepsister squandered my late mother's fortune and treated me like a stray dog. When they ran out of money, they forced me to marry the notoriously cruel and cursed Dragon Lord, Cornelius Stark, in exchange for a massive bride price. They thought they were sending me off to die. But I willingly agreed, because I suspected he was the one who murdered my biological sister, Kamilah. I infiltrated his grim estate as his bride, surviving my stepfamily's vicious sabotage and navigating my dangerous new husband. On our wedding night, I finally managed to sneak into his private bedroom to search for clues. My blood ran cold when I opened his drawer. Lying right there was Kamilah's custom silver bracelet. Grief and rage consumed me. I pinned him to the bed, pressing my poisoned dagger against his throat. "Tell me! Why is my sister's bracelet here? Did you kill her?" But the fearsome Dragon Lord didn't fight back. He simply looked at me with deep, unnerving gray eyes and claimed he had lost his memories three years ago. Before I could process the lie, he effortlessly flipped our positions, pinning my wrists above my head. He kissed me with terrifying, draconic possessiveness, declaring that I was his. I didn't believe a single word of his amnesia excuse. But the next morning, while sneaking through his garden, I stumbled upon a crying little boy hiding in the bushes. Just how many secrets was this cursed Lord hiding, and what really happened to my sister?”