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Jilted Bride? I Married The Supreme Lord

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 863    |    Released on: 11/11/2026

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us's broad shoulders as he stepped into the na

h he held back the glow of his gold-and-violet Brow Scale, the sheer

knees and forced myself to me

long legs, and rested his hands on the marble table. The pl

d cold. "Turning my affliction, the High Council's schem

, fighting the t

know I wasn't boasting. It's a fair

cold face closing the distance betwee

a cast-off woman dumped by my o

stung, but I ke

ale is dead ash-gray, not a single elder at the Great T

se and spite the High Council," I continued evenly. "That makes me

le. For a second, something dark and sharp flickered

" he repeat

the High Council and I take back the Antai Guild, we

a short,

ally have it all figure

across my cheek. The cold metal of his platinum ring grazed my skin. My whole body

ship-even in name-getting off isn't

o keep my composure, though my

eeching family and keep what my parents

nd back, his face settling

At least you

" I asked, my fingers gripping the

ight, looking down at me l

this ma

ant. I let out a quiet breath, barely believing the m

lood-ink scroll," Augustus added coldly, glancing toward the win

our ties, and pack your bags," he ordered. "In three days, meet me at the High Council side h

and incli

out of the Anderson estate today, I w

eat longer, a faint curve tou

e see a crying cow

nly when his footsteps faded down the marble hal

my back damp with cold sweat, before grabbin

umped out from beside a rented

piece? I saw him walk out the side gate ju

d," I sai

hands over her mou

You really made a dea

street toward the Inner Atolls estates. "Now I have to go home and settle

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Jilted Bride? I Married The Supreme Lord
Jilted Bride? I Married The Supreme Lord
“I spent three years ruining my eyes weaving sea-silk to support my fiancé, Edmund. But when I used a scrying basin to check on him, I saw him pinning my adoptive sister, Genevra, against the seats of his luxury coach. "Genevra, you're my true salvation. That Spirit-less waste Katrina isn't fit to step through my gates." He claimed she was his savior because she rescued him from a collapsed mine. But the truth was, I was the one who sliced my wrist and endured the agonizing burn of poisoned iron to drag him out. Genevra had only stolen my bloodstained cloak. When I reported their illegal rendezvous in a restricted military zone and had them arrested, my own family turned on me. My uncle and mother summoned me, throwing a shattered teacup at my feet. They demanded I hand over my fiancé, my late father's crystal workshop, and my inheritance to Genevra as an apology. Edmund even had the nerve to offer to keep me as a lowly mistress while he married the thief. They thought because I was born without magic and couldn't grow a siren tail, I was just a piece of trash they could crush and discard. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. I signed the annulment, crossed out the clause giving up my inheritance, and walked away. Then, I went straight to the most terrifying man in the empire, Augustus Mccall, the High Lord of Tides. Since they wanted to push me into the abyss, I would marry the supreme warlord who could make them all bow their heads.”