Betrayed Bride: I Married My Ex's Comatose Uncle, the Dragon Lord

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ta could be ba

spering to inside the private lounge was my fiancé, Damian Harrison. They were togeth

n froze the bl

ng an inch from the ornate handle. The ivory silk of my wedding dress,

ing with a mix of nerves and de

t. His tone was low, thick with a desire that was sickeningly not for me. "Let her wai

drowning out the distant

screen inside. Damian stood pressed close to Katlin, his head bent toward her while

fell to

al keepsake and the blue token brides traditionally carried for good fortune. "I did it, Mama," I had whispered to it in the carriage

fool

e country manor," Damian continued, his voice a venomous caress

"But I can't wait, Damian. I'm already carrying

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ed backward, my shoulder colliding with a decorative pedestal by the door. A

ds insid

d, his hair a mess. Behind him, Katlin clutched a robe to her chest, her

curdled into annoyance and contempt. "You he

cream. I d

of Damian pressed against Katlin was burned into my mind. A hot, searing anger beg

reasurer, had sent me away as a child and left me there to be raised far from the wealth and privilege of the capital. Years later,

sons for my sake, and Damian knew it. To him and people like him, I was still nothing more than

to survive being unwanted. That

ng through the porcelain shards, and walked back

Wren, who had gone to look for Damian and Katlin, was pale, her lips pre

or and stared at my reflection. Th

om my hair. My mother had sewn it herself, stitching tiny pearl

bra burning brightly in

doing?" Rose whispered,

ence of the room, I touched the e

ght in

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of fire. I held it aloft, a torc

the magical fire alarms. A piercing shriek echoed through t

burst into the room, his face a mask of fury. He lun

nging out clear and cold, loud enough for

unced, my gaze locked

now sobbing theatrically in the doo

rd a shard of ice, "is busy enjoying

rison family's formidable housekeeper, Mrs. Gable, her fac

the burning veil drop to the expensive rug, where

he tragic footno

f the crowd and straightened my spine. This was

he stunned guests, gathered the soiled hem of my ridicu

now where

. Behind me was hell. Ahead, I woul