Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King

Chapter 5

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bblestones a counterpoint to the storm raging inside me. She was huddled in the corner,

n was sc

rney. It howled at the insult. A bunch of pathetic,

e beast leashed, to stop myself from turning the carriage

utlet for the killing intent that still thrummed through my veins. I was already ca

d but her gaze shockingly firm. "Lord Ball

d a small, glowing crystal from her p

Jordan, arrogant and cold, shimmered into existence in the c

o to the Carney estate at once!" Alaric'

ost imperceptible tremor. But

cold as ice. "I will not. From this day for

nce for a beat. Then his face contorted with rage. "You dare

ddison shot back, her voice unwavering. "I will n

ou won't get a single coin from this family! Your positio

I saw the flicker of panic in her eyes before she s

simply cut the connection. The light from the crysta

d the ties. She had burned her

n with a will of forged steel. My dragon p

ustion and grim determination. "Lord Ballard, I am

Our marriage is a political alliance. I will not have you m

he thought I, a simple border lord, wou

rying to

before I could stop it. It s

me, her brow fur

ace between us. I used the back of my fingers to g

gid. She was like a sta

possibly understand. "Lady Jordan," I said, my gaze holding hers. "You must rem

ting the words sink in. "

are

l, intelligent eyes wide with confu

eady decided the fat

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Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King

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“I knelt on the cold stone of the Dragon God Altar, waiting to marry Lord Harper Carney. It was my only chance to escape the gilded cage of my family. But when Harper finally arrived, he wasn't alone. His arm was wrapped tightly around my cousin, Hettie. Right in front of the entire court, he coldly announced that our marriage was a mistake. Hettie leaned into his embrace, wearing a triumphant smile while playing the innocent victim. The assembled nobles openly jeered at me. They mocked my greatest failing-that I was a worthless "Dragonless" born without the inner fire. My own father was furious, not at them, but at me. He demanded I go to Hettie's estate and beg for her forgiveness. When I refused, he threatened to cut off all my funds and revoke my only job at the Royal Scribes' Office. I was publicly abandoned, stripped of my dignity, and left with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. Why should I be the one to apologize when they were the ones who betrayed me? For years, I had endured their abuse, treated like a pawn to be sacrificed at will. But looking at their smug faces, my despair turned into cold resolve. I took off my betrothal coronet and dropped it at Harper's feet, publicly nullifying the contract myself. I thought I would have to face the ruin alone, until a mysterious, powerful man with burning golden eyes stepped out of the shadows. "Marry me," he said. "I will be your shield, and we will crush them together."”