icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon
The Unwanted Northern Heiress Shines Again

The Unwanted Northern Heiress Shines Again

Author: Yan Huo
icon

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1207    |    Released on: Today at 20:00

Serra

Castro. Brittaney is my true Fated Mate, and from today

or of my bedchamber wa

my husband, Lord Brian Castro, s

ago, I had opened my eyes to find myself reborn-brought back in time to the exact night Brian retu

wed my pride, accepting the humiliation of becoming his lowly personal maid just to stay by his side. But my pathetic compromise only led to a horrifying end: they drained

my heart, I felt nothing but a sickening wave of

female Dragon Knight. Brian's arm was wrapped tightly around her waist. His deep blu

Court," Brian declared, his gaze shi

r my hysterical breakdown, my

ere, my face as cal

He closed the distance between us in two large strides. His large, calloused hand gripped my jaw w

cursed Dragonless like you could keep me? Let's be honest! The only reason I married you was because you used your family's wealth to force my

into my palms that warm blood

a. "What are you now? Your father and brothers were arrogant fools! Their bloodline was so weak their dragonfire was extinguished by the enemy, getting your e

the old, the weak, women, and children! Simply because my father and brothers had been the strongest shield against the enemy nation, they annihilated my entire bloodline!

in my veins. If looks could kill, Brian would have been torn into a thousand bloody pieces right then and there. But the phanto

. Patience, I told myself. Before I destroy them,

is armor. She flashed me a condescending, venomous smile over his shoulder. "Elaine, please don't be sad. Since you have nowhere to go, you can stay. I loathe doing chores

hallway. She walked into the room, drawn by the commotion. She was wearing the expensive, go

cured my illness and brought me immense joy. You just smell of earth and death. It is the Court tha

tef

agonless, used my own body heat to keep her warm through freezing nights. Every single bite of food these dr

of my slaughtered family, calling me a freezing co

suffocated me. But now, it only brou

e heavy, ancestral Dragon-bone ring off my finger. Th

eyes, completely masking the lethal, venomou

ath of relief, letting go of my jaw and looking at Brittaney with deep af

silk gown, I gave them one last, perfec

of the room, a twisted, bloodcurdling sneer fin

r Fated M

ee how deep your Fated Flame burns when you realize your glorious Dragon Court doe

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
The Unwanted Northern Heiress Shines Again
The Unwanted Northern Heiress Shines Again
“I had managed the Castro estate for three years, supporting my husband, Lord Brian Castro, while he fought on the battlefield. But the moment he returned victorious, he coldly announced that the King had granted him permission to marry the powerful Dragon Knight, Lady Brittaney Kirk. "I expect you to show grace, accept this, and prepare the best rooms for her." He commanded me like a glorified servant, expecting me to continue running the household for his new bride. His mother also mocked my Dragonless bloodline, telling me my honor was tied to them and I should be grateful to even stay. In my last life, I cried and begged him not to abandon me, hoping my devotion would win him back. But my compliance only allowed them to build their glory on my misery, and my entire family-House Serrano-was slaughtered by assassins in a single night. Until I died, I didn't understand why my years of sacrifice were met with such cruel betrayal, or why my brave father and brothers had to die in pools of blood just to pave the way for Brittaney's rise. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the night Brian arrogantly announced his new marriage. This time, I didn't shed a single tear. I packed up my massive dowry, gathered my eighty loyal servants, and went straight to the Dragon King to demand a Rejection Ritual. I would leave them with nothing but an empty shell.”