The Jilted Elf Heiress And Her Revenge

“"Hand over your vault keys to fund her, and stay in the back rooms to breed my heir. Do that, and I'll generously let you keep your title as my wife." On the day of his triumphant return from the Abyssal War, my husband wrapped his arm around his new female Warlord, trampling my dignity in front of the entire keep. His mother and sister smirked. To them, I was just a spiritless, cursed orphan whose entire family had been butchered. They thought I would swallow any humiliation just to keep a roof over my head. They conveniently forgot whose martyred family's death compensations had kept their bankrupt clan breathing for the past year. Looking at the parasites feeding on my family's bones, I didn't shed a single tear. The very next morning, I destroyed his sister's glowing rune-silks, cut off his mother's life-saving elixirs, and hurled the empty vault keys at his face. Then, I marched straight into the Emperor's palace and slammed the bloodstained crest of my fallen family onto the royal desk. "I trade the unrewarded war merits of my seven fallen brothers for an absolute divorce decree!" My ex sneered, certain I would come crawling back within days. But I never did. Instead, he received an imperial decree stripping him of his military command, followed by the vicious betrayal of his glorious new bride. Stripped of everything, he finally panicked. He crawled on his knees in the pouring rain, desperately begging for a second chance. But before he could even touch the hem of my dress, a terrifying Sovereign pressure crushed him face-first into the mud. The realm's Supreme Commander-the dangerously wild Imperial Prince whom the entire empire feared-caged me firmly against his chest. He looked down at my ex like a pathetic insect. "Get lost. Don't pollute my fated mate's eyes." Then, he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his gravelly voice softening into a dangerous, obsessive purr. "You made me wait three long years, my sweet girl. This time, I'm never letting you go."”