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

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e me come before Jovita even reaches the door

dies moving together came through the closed door of the private lounge. The man pressed between her thighs was my

n froze the bl

ered over the ornate handle. My heart had been po

sire that was sickeningly not for me. "Don't say her name. Not while I'm inside you. Right now, I only want to take yo

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

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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

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

curdled into annoyance and contempt. "You he

t I was supposed to marry?" I said. "Katlin, you can keep him. If he needs a loc

my mind. A hot, searing anger began to rise from the pit

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

ong veil from my hair. The delicate lace and tiny pe

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

walked straight through the stunned guests, leaving the blackened lace and the life they