Marrying The Fake Invalid Dragon Lord

Chapter 3

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forward and yelled at me, "Kara, having an i

. "Who told you I w

Isla sneered. "Your ma

my own personal maid-the one who had screamed earlier to dra

nymore! I tried to stop you, but you insisted on secretly meeting with Young Master Lach

ory had already written itself in their minds: a shameless

r of vicious triumph dancin

traitorous dog. I simply raised my leg and del

kward, crashing heavily into a wooden pillar. She spat out a

ad silent. The nobles star

l?! Bess is only telling the truth out of loyalty to the House honor! I know you are a 'Dragonless' waste, but you are stil

of the slap was hideously

, I raised my hand again

the wall. She clutched her face, her eyes wide with disbelief. Two cle

eyes, she put on a wronged expression and sobbed, "Sister, you wouldn

inging out, cold and commanding, echoing down the corridor. "As the host of today's banquet, you dared to lea

ressing down on her so heavily s

roke in. If it weren't for me, her purity would have been ruined today. And you, without asking a si

to twist the narrative. "Sister, how can you falsely accu

inside, and yet you insist on standing here arguing, det

ut before she could finish her sentence, a pale, trem

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Marrying The Fake Invalid Dragon Lord

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“I was the legitimate first daughter of House Griffith, but my father shattered my Dragon Core, turning me into a worthless "Dragonless." I thought my family still cared, until my half-sister Gale visited me in the dungeon to feed me the "Soul's Extinction" poison. As the poison burned away my very soul, she stood in her royal gown and laughed. "Your fiancé has been with me for months," she smiled, twisting the knife. She revealed that my own father had orchestrated my downfall because he didn't want a weak daughter tarnishing his name. Even my little brother had been brainwashed into believing I caused our mother's death. My entire family had conspired to erase my existence, ensuring nothing was left of me to even fade into memory. I writhed on the filthy straw, my vocal cords severed by the poison, unable to even scream. Why? I was the daughter of a legendary Dragon Marshal, yet I was treated worse than a stray dog. As darkness swallowed me whole, my eyes burned with a hatred so intense it felt like magma. If there is another life, I swear I will make them beg for a death as simple as this. The pain vanished. I gasped and opened my eyes. I was back in my bedroom at age fifteen, on the exact day my sister sent a drunken noble to ruin me. I didn't cower. I picked up a heavy iron poker from the hearth. My revenge starts now.”