Jilted Bride? I Married The Supreme Lord

Chapter 7

Word Count: 717 | Released on: 11/11/2026

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open the door to my corner room. No sunlight from the Hydrosun

under the narrow wooden bed, I wiped off

I had spent three years drawing, laying them neatly at the bottom of the trunk. The cheap jewelry and

d my head to see Edmund step ins

e dropping into the patronizing tone he alway

ning up as I tied a bundl

arquess, that signed annulment

e over to the desk, brac

far? Back in the hall, your adoptive fat

ooked up at him coldly. "Watching them break

nd before softening his

worked hard for me these past three

e father, Harrell, and Genevra, and admit you lied about the min

as if to touc

tyard at the Marquessate as an Unmarked woman. You'll have food and si

ness. I stepped back out of his rea

k is your skull to think I'd stoop to b

red, his glacial-blue Bro

ple with a dead gray scale on your forehead! Aside from m

rth keeping as a toy! Do you really think you ca

ff the desk and flung its con

nto his pristine white collar, staining the silver-a

with a yelp, wiping f

ch! Look what you

from the corner of the wall and

before I shove Cold I

und backed toward the door, his face

come crawling ba

or open and bolt

ound my wicker trunk, and swept Edmund's silver cufflink

. Servants in the courtyard whispered and stepped out of my way as if my shadow carried t

t, a slender figure in white silk leaned ag

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“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.”