Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King

Chapter 6

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th, the sound of shattering glass a sweet symphony to my ears. Tha

ling, don't," I cooed, my voice thick with concern. "Don't torture yourself. It's

s knuckles white. "This has nothing to do with you, Mati

"Poor Hettie," I sighed, letting a tear trace a path down my cheek. "She truly loves Ha

l of a master weaver, turning my sche

let her get away with this! I've already sent word to the

Carney sent a message. He said after the scene at the altar, they will

He was a businessman before he was a father. Profit

ed. "The Carneys overestim

set on Harper. And an alliance with the Carneys is good for House

, a caged beast we

ring his eyes. "If the Carneys want

ped. My plan

er of mine... she's useless now. But she

as offended the Carneys, she's perf

y breath

oice dripping with cold disdain. "Hasn't t

as a known sadist, a monster who collected and broke p

face. "Alaric! That's... that's

daughter the moment she defied me! She is

nt smile spreading across my face. Oh,

be position would bring her to her knees, completely unaware of her ne

ard, ordering a message to be dr

his own daughter's doom, and

I left the study, I glanced at the shattered crystal on

e's chambers to sh

wonderful!" she cried, clapping her hands. "I want to be

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Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King

Catlaina Sloggett Fantasy

“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."”