Rejected Bride: My Mysterious Sovereign Husband

Chapter 7

Word Count: 826 | Released on: Today at 16:52

ter Shoals and stopped before the Oceanic Bank, where a

s, I glided inside alone and slid a black sea-snail sh

ck snapped straight, and he hurriedly ushered me into a soundproofed deep-wa

come to draw from your reserve," t

nder the name Kenna Reid," I instructed calmly, then paused as a thought struck me.

rd-earned border pay to treat me to a high-tier dinner last ni

es later, Atticus was leaning lazily against a basalt

iend," I lied smoothly, averting my e

curve touching his lips as he fell into

d merman in a sharp tailcoat swam toward us at breakneck speed. It was Owen Foster, the notoriously snobbish

ing purple aurora crystal card with both hands. "This is the supreme Abyssal VIP Badge of our establishment! Wit

dge in shock. "Steward Owen, did

his head furiously, his terrified eyes sneaking a split-second gl

, who was staring innocently up at the c

ou?" I lowe

get that kind of pull?" He shrugged with utter sincerity

we stepped inside the Defense Hub's main hall, the bizarre atmosphere deepened. Former Director Marcus Sullivan and Publ

fied gaze as he held out the heavy basalt Director's seal to me with both hands. "Miss Kenna-no,

cus

he Defense Hub, a private infrasonic pulse from my aide-de-camp, Conn

through the resonance link. "Lady Kenna withdrew one thousand coffers from her private vault... and quietl

half a length ahead of me. Even bound by blood, she was trying to kee

minutes," I had commanded silently through the deep-sea resonance. "If he ever lets my w

tood, M

rontline supply contract with House Stark for breaking their word at the Wellspring. While you are at it, freeze all milita

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Rejected Bride: My Mysterious Sovereign Husband

Ola Wilde Fantasy

“I waited at the sacred basin for my fiancé of three years to arrive for our wedding oath. I desperately needed his noble family's mana-crystals to save my dying grandfather. Instead of showing up, Dominic sent a public projection. He was kneeling beside my stepsister, Antonina, tenderly holding her hand. "Kenna, stop being so petty. Antonina is frail, don't you have a shred of compassion?" He broke our betrothal on the spot to comfort her. My biological father and stepmother immediately seized the opportunity. They announced Antonina would take my place as Dominic's bride and inherit the massive commercial empire I had secretly built for them. To silence me, my father froze all my accounts and plotted to sell me off to a lecherous, abusive old lord to secure more resources, leaving my grandfather to die. They thought I was just a powerless, gill-less outcast who survived on their charity. They truly believed their wealth and status came from their own bloodline, completely unaware that every single pearl bed and trade route was sustained entirely by my hidden magic. I didn't shed a single tear. I crushed my family crest, turned around, and bound my soul to a mysterious, towering soldier standing near the altar. Since my family and my ex wanted to steal my foundation so badly, I would cut off the vitality supply tonight and watch their stolen empire turn to ash.”