Burned by My Fiancé, Reborn to Rule the Dragon Court

HINA'

the impossible news: my fiancé, Lord Kaele

r, word came that he had been killed in battle. The fighting at the border was raging more fiercely

ttle more,

r fingers, cool and trembling, adjusted the gold

mirror and knew with absolute c

pped me of everything I had, and eventually imprisoned me in an abandoned estate. While the Beaumont family-th

n the end of Sera

this

n, yielded to Jacqueline, or stood helplessly by while the people who loved me were destroy

ers. My own skin was cold, a deep chill th

open, the sound cracking

Sterling. My fiancé. The m

Sterling family-a dragon of red and gold-stitched proudly over his hea

lied to me a thousand times. He strode into the room, ignoring

hed for

a sharp, inst

ce tightened for a

Byrd. The other face from my nightmares. She was dressed in a simp

ful, before shrinking back behind Kaelen'

ice regaining its aristocratic smoothness. "Jacqueline saved my

he exact same scr

't even beat faster. It was a

voice was colder

nse. "So, I wish for you to accept her

course, will remain the future lady of the Sterling house

orward, sinking into a low curtsy. Her

oice choked with emotion. "I ask for nothing, on

. She couldn't believe a noble lord could

aug

raw, mocking sound that ech

bewildered. His brow furrowed.

my silk skirts whispering against the floor as I walked toward hi

t their position and were driven into retreat during that campaign. You vanished for two years while everyone believed you dea

ve me, Kaelen. I'm having troubl

"You... What nonsense are you spouti

panic in his blue eyes. "Then what do you call this? Asking me to ho

he spat, his true colors finally

s were c

him across the face with ever

against skin was

m went

with disbelief and humiliation. He had never, in his wildest dreams, ima

am. "Lord Kaelen! Are you alrig

to her knees,

cherous pair before me, I felt no satisfaction

rd a shard of ice. "This is the Croft estate. My home. Not you

or he will be nothing to me at all. The word 'shar

hose tears. A woman who knowingly crawls into an engaged man's bed doesn't ge

. Nothing more. So don't come into my home begging me to bles

a mottled purple. He pointed a trembling finge

ng to my vanity. I smoothed down

guests out. Don't let the flie

aking. She moved to the door and held it open,

Finally, with a furious whip of his cloak, he storme

r click

ce re

ere clear and hard. This life, I wou

starts