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Rejected Bride: My Mysterious Sovereign Husband

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 807    |    Released on: Today at 16:52

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cold weight of the stone feeling almost surreal against my palm. Beside him, Public Relations C

dson pressured the Hub all week to block my appo

save their own skins today, Director Reid! The Supreme High Command just issued a special military decree-not only did

me High Command answered directly t

eaning against the far wall, casually tracing an old defensive rune

's side corridor with Atticus, I moved directly in front of him, blo

with pure innocence in his gray-blue eyes. "Why? Is the new

a border officer make the High Command blacklist House Dodson on

called in a favor," he said smoothly, reaching out to flick the center of my forehead

til two tall mermen in gleaming silver Warlord armor swam around the c

s opening to salute and shout "High Com-" before Atticus sh

lowing the title back down their throat

rred brow-Axel-stammered wildly. "Wh

cus said calmly, drawing me half a step close

a megalodon had suddenly sprouted wings. Recovering first, both elite Warlord

I inclined my head politely. "Hello. Are you t

ently to Atticus, "Boss, the inner circle and the Council elders are already whispering behind closed doors... They say you only ru

e are even betting you will sever the bon

-pulse locking the water around the two Warlords like a vise. "She is my fated, lawful wife-not

he heavy word "fated." Across from us, Axel and Julian turned deathly pale,

. "Your handover is done. Take your assistants into the main control hall to sort out

y, clutching the basalt seal as I watched him glide awa

er scrolls until dark twilight swallowed the Outer Shoals. Exhausted, I swam home to my quiet coral cottage-and

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Rejected Bride: My Mysterious Sovereign Husband
Rejected Bride: My Mysterious Sovereign Husband
“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.”