Victory Hunter
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Where the Emberblooms Burn Bright
Fantasy I was Elara, a Steward, a healer blessed with the Hearthstone Spirit.
Years ago, I saved Governor Thorne' s life, sharing my essence, mending him when no one else could, bringing life back to his dying state.
Now, I carried his child, a powerful new life blossoming within me.
But then Isabelle Hayes, ambitious and cold, whispered poison into his ear.
She convinced Thorne my child' s nascent power was a threat, unnatural.
He betrayed me, ordering the destruction of the sacred Emberblooms our child's Spirit needed, imprisoning me, twisting my purpose into a weapon against me.
Isabelle falsely claimed I was hiding the Spirit of my unborn child, faking a mysterious illness.
Thorne, blinded by fear and manipulation, cruelly demanded I give him what was already lost.
My baby, its Spirit already gone because he destroyed the Emberblooms, lay still within me.
He refused to believe me, beating and torturing me.
For every phantom symptom Isabelle displayed, he executed another of my people.
I watched, helpless, as my entire community, including my sister, was massacred.
Finally, he ordered a surgeon to cut the Spirit from my chest, ending my life on the desecrated land of my ancestors.
How could the man I saved become such a monster?
How could he sacrifice everything – my child, my people, me – for a lie?
As my life faded, stolen for a Spirit that wasn't there, a raw, immense injustice consumed me.
Had he truly forgotten I gave him a piece of my own Spirit, the very thing keeping him alive?
But as my body burned, tossed like trash, something ancient and furious ignited.
The earth itself revolted, refusing to let my death be in vain.
I felt a surge, a rebirth from the flames, fused with immense power.
I am Elara, the healer no more. I am the Reckoning; justice will be swift and absolute. Too Late To Save Your Dying Wife
Modern Corrie was diagnosed with stage four stomach cancer. The first thing she did was ask her billionaire husband for a divorce and her share of the assets to save her dying father.
Instead of giving her the money, Clayton ruthlessly crushed her diamond wedding ring under his shoe in public.
"Your father drove my sister to suicide, and now he deserves to die," he sneered, admitting he was the one who bankrupted her family's company.
Desperate, Corrie swallowed her pride and begged her estranged, wealthy mother for help. But when she walked into the mansion, she was met with a devastating sight. Clayton and his mistress were there, holding a pair of twin boys. Her own mother was happily playing the role of grandmother to her husband's illegitimate children. While Corrie had been grieving the baby she lost alone in a cold hospital, her husband had been building a secret family, and her mother had helped them hide it.
The double betrayal shattered her completely. Why did her husband marry her just to use her as a pawn for his sick revenge? Why did her own flesh and blood side with the man who was actively destroying her life?
Saved from the freezing rain by a doctor friend, Corrie stared at the aggressive chemotherapy plan. She had wanted to just give up and let the cancer take her. But now, a cold fire ignited in her chest.
"I'll do the treatment," she said, her voice like ice.
She was going to survive, and she was going to make every single one of them pay. The Jilted Heiress Claims The Surgeon Brother
Billionaires I was engaged to Gorden Barron, fully believing I was about to marry the love of my life.
Then his secret lover, Bettye, was diagnosed with aplastic anemia. Gorden fell to his knees and begged me to be her bone marrow donor.
"Angie, I know I messed up, but she's dying. You're the only match."
I agreed, wanting to be the bigger person. But the moment the harvest was over, the nightmare began. A severe infection set in, and my fever wouldn't break. Gorden's visits became shorter, then stopped entirely.
As I lay in the sterile hospital room, my bones aching and my body failing, I scrolled through my phone and saw his latest post.
Gorden and Bettye were tanned and healthy, sipping cocktails on a yacht in the Mediterranean.
The caption read: "Grateful for second chances. My true love."
I threw my phone across the room and screamed until my throat bled. I was nothing but a human blood bag to them, completely discarded the moment I was empty. I nearly died in that cold room, saved only by a top-tier specialist someone secretly paid millions to fly in.
Five years later, I've finally returned to New York.
I didn't come back to get revenge on Gorden. He isn't worth my time.
I came back for the man who secretly held my hand and wept by my deathbed—Gorden's cold, untouchable older brother, Dalton.
This time, I'm going to make him mine. Trapped By My Possessive Adoptive Brother
Romance For three years, seven-year-old Finley worshipped her adopted older brother, Hartley. He was her ultimate protector, the genius puppet master who taught her to rule her elite prep school.
But the illusion of his love shattered completely in the school cafeteria.
When a bully violently yanked Finley's hair, her primal rage took over. Instead of waiting for Hartley's calculated rescue, she fought back, tackling the boy and leaving herself covered in his blood and ketchup.
When Hartley finally intervened, he didn't check if she was hurt.
Seeing his pristine, carefully controlled possession acting like a feral creature terrified him. His absolute authority over her was slipping.
In front of three hundred staring students, Hartley pointed a shaking finger at her torn clothes.
"Look at what you're doing! How dare you let yourself become this messy? You are out of control, and I will not allow you to act like some wild, feral creature!"
The words hit Finley with the physical force of a sledgehammer.
The boy who wiped her tears and fed her candy wasn't a loving brother. He was a dictator, a warden who only cared about keeping his favorite toy perfectly on her strings.
The public betrayal was absolute. Why did her safety have to come at the cost of her total submission?
A broken sob tore from her throat as she violently slapped his reaching hand away.
The blind worship was dead. As Finley turned and sprinted out of the cafeteria, the war to cut her strings officially began. The Wolfless Omega's Vow Of Revenge
Werewolf My parents died as heroes for the Gloomfang Pack, but on my eighteenth birthday, my body violently rejected the shift.
Alpha Philip immediately declared me a "Wolfless" abomination, stripping me of my legacy and throwing me into the cellars as an Omega slave.
My childhood best friends didn't even try to defend me. Lily smiled in triumph, and Desmond—the Alpha's son—looked at me with pure, unadulterated disgust.
For two years, I scrubbed their floors and swallowed their daily humiliations just to keep my little brother safe.
Until Lily's birthday party, when the Moon Goddess sent down a divine light and revealed the ultimate cruel joke: Desmond was my Fated Mate.
"I reject you, Evelyn Thorne, as my mate."
He whispered the words on the terrace, his eyes filled with contempt as the severed bond tore my soul apart.
But a second later, he noticed his father watching us from the shadows.
Desmond's face instantly morphed into a flawless mask of tender adoration.
He pulled me into his arms and announced to the stunned crowd, "Let the Moon Goddess be my witness. Evelyn is my Fated Mate. She is your future Luna."
I leaned against his chest, listening to the steady, terrifying heartbeat of a liar.
Why did he fake the acceptance? What sick, twisted game are the Alpha and his son playing with my life?
They think they have trapped a broken, shiftless Omega. They don't know my wolf is actually awake inside my mind, furious and waiting.
I will play his perfect little Luna for now. But when they finally let their guard down, I'm going to tear their pack apart. The Rejected Beta's Secret: Rise of the White Wolf
Werewolf I spent three years building the Silver Creek Pack’s defense grid, turning us into a commercial superpower. I did it all for Alpha Craig, believing that once the economy stabilized, he would finally complete our Fated Mate bond.
But at the Annual Assembly, he didn't Mark me.
He pulled Chanel Murphy onto the stage, draped her in red silk, and announced her as his future Luna.
When I tried to leave, he used the Alpha Command to force me into submission, ordering me to design the security for his wedding to another woman.
I went home to burn our memories, only to discover I was pregnant with his heir.
Knowing he would steal my child to raise with Chanel, I made the agonizing choice to sever the bond myself.
But Chanel wasn't satisfied with just stealing my life. She framed me for poisoning her unborn baby—a baby that didn't even exist.
Craig didn't ask for proof. He didn't listen to my pleas.
He used his Alpha power to crush me to the floor and performed the forbidden Blood Severing ritual, slicing his hand and mine to physically rip our souls apart.
He thought he was discarding a jealous, useless Beta.
He didn't know that the trauma of his rejection would shatter the seal on my bloodline, awakening the legendary White Wolf.
Three months later, his pack is in ruins, his defenses are failing, and I have returned.
But I’m not here to fix his mistakes.
I’m standing on the stage as the Director of Project Chimera, with the most powerful Alpha King in the world holding my hand.
And Craig is about to learn that you don't get a second chance with a goddess you tried to destroy. The Mafia King's Unwanted Pregnant Wife
Werewolf While I was pregnant, my husband held a party downstairs for another woman's son.
Through a hidden mental link, I overheard my husband, Don Dante Rossi, tell his consigliere he was going to publicly reject me tomorrow. He planned to make his mistress, Serena, his new mate.
An act forbidden by ancient law while I carried his heir.
Later, Serena cornered me, her smile venomous. When Dante appeared, she shrieked, clawing her own arm and blaming me for the attack.
Dante didn’t even look at me. He snarled a command that froze my body and stole my voice, ordering me from his sight as he cradled her.
He moved her and her son into our master suite. I was demoted to the guest room at the end of the hall.
Passing her open door, I saw him rocking her baby, humming the lullaby my own mother used to sing to me.
I heard him promise her, “Soon, my love. I’ll sever the bond and give you the life you deserve.”
The love I felt for him, the power I’d hidden for four years to protect his fragile ego, all turned to ice.
He thought I was a weak, powerless wife he could discard. He was about to find out that the woman he betrayed was Alessia De Luca, princess of the most powerful family on the continent.
And I was finally going home. When Love Dies: A Spy's Escape
Romance "You will be declared dead, Gregoria." That's what Agent Christian told me. My life as an FBI agent was about to end, replaced by a ghost. No contact with my past, not even my husband, Darwin.
But then, a week before my staged death, I walked into our home office and saw it: Darwin's laptop, open, displaying a live video feed. My husband, shirtless, with his assistant, Elyssa Daniel. They were kissing. My world tilted.
I watched, frozen, as he kissed her. The sounds they made were obscene. I recognized the unique lines of his body, the watch I gave him for our anniversary. I stumbled back, my hand shaking as I reached for my phone. I had to confront this nightmare.
I hit the call button. On the screen, Darwin froze, then answered my call. "Hey, honey. What's up?" His voice, so normal, so full of lies, broke something inside me. The phone slipped from my grasp. My heart, my love, my entire world had been a lie.
I spent the night on the office floor, replaying the video. The evidence of his betrayal was a digital tombstone for our marriage. Each time I watched, disgust and pain grew. I looked at my wedding ring, a mark of my foolishness, and threw it across the room.
He thought I was weak, predictable. He thought I loved him so much I'd believe the sky was green. But the woman who loved Darwin Mcintosh died on that office floor. And in that moment, my mission, my fake death, felt like an escape. A Dream Interrupted, A Life Reclaimed
Romance The acceptance letter from Sterling & Drake Architectural Firm was more than just paper; it was my future, a dream I had worked for my entire life, bought with my mother' s last breath.
But on my first day, the receptionist delivered a chilling blow: "The new junior architect position has been filled. Chelsea Hayes started this morning." My job, my mother' s legacy, was gone.
Then I heard her voice, light and carefree, with my fiancé, Daniel Cole. He had given my dream to the councilman' s daughter, openly admitting, "That position was perfect for you, and you needed it." He told me, "You're going to be my wife. You won't need a career."
My shock turned to blinding rage. I threw my engagement ring at him, ending our future. I left that city, anonymously reporting his unethical actions, a promise that they wouldn't get away with it.
But they weren' t done. Daniel twisted the story, painting me as a crazy stalker. I faced public humiliation, insults, and a mob that destroyed my mother's cherished offer letter. I ended up in the hospital, where Daniel blamed me for Chelsea' s fake suicide attempt: "You need to apologize. Right now. Tell Chelsea you're sorry for what you've put her through."
I uttered the words, "I'm sorry," betraying myself and my mother. I was utterly defeated, fleeing the city once more, but this time, thugs kidnapped and stabbed me. Daniel saved me, but then asked me to drop charges against my attackers to protect his alliance with Chelsea' s corrupt father.
"No," I declared. "You are pathetic. I will not let this go." My only mistake was believing he loved me. I had nothing left, except a fierce resolve.
I knew then, they had destroyed everything, but they also set me free to fight back for my mother' s legacy. The Woman Who Killed Me, Twice
Romance My foster mother, Martha, was dying, and the doctors' words about "end-stage liver failure" felt like a ticking clock I couldn' t stop.
Then, my childhood sweetheart, Nicole, a doctor now, offered a lifeline: half a million dollars for Martha' s transplant, but with one chilling condition: "Marry me, Ethan."
Blinded by desperation, I jumped at the chance, believing her, but Martha died on the operating table, and I soon discovered Nicole' s cruel betrayal – my supposed bride was actually using Martha' s liver for her politician lover, Caleb, all while laughing at my naiveté.
The sound of my heart shattering was drowned out only by the screech of tires as my car crashed, ending my miserable life in an instant, leaving me with a burning question: How could the woman I loved so completely be such a monster?
But then, I opened my eyes, finding myself back at the exact moment she offered the check, the same chilling proposal on her lips, and this time, I knew exactly what to do. No Mercy For The Betrayer
Xuanhuan I was murdered on a Tuesday.
It wasn't a quick death, and it wasn't by a stranger.
My own brother, Matthew, stood by while his girlfriend, Sabrina, and her boyfriend, Anthony, took their time ending my life in a derelict motel room.
Why? Because I got back the $100,000 Sabrina scammed from my foolish brother, and they called it "harassment."
After I was gone, Matthew even helped them get reduced charges, painting them as victims.
The cold betrayal broke something in me forever.
Then, I woke up.
It was the exact day Matthew first came to me, tears streaming, confessing Sabrina had scammed him out of $100,000.
Echoes of the past, a chilling sense of impossible repetition.
I watched him cry, his words a perfect replay, and a cold, solid rage settled in my chest.
This time, I wouldn't save him.
I would make them all pay, in a way they could never imagine. When Love Turned Cold
Modern My seven-year-old daughter, Lily, was fighting leukemia.
Every penny I earned as a waitress and delivery driver went to her mounting medical bills, while her father, Mark, claimed his hardware store was "struggling" with "no money" for his own child.
Lily dreamed of learning the violin, and I carefully saved for a small, used one; but when I went to buy it, the shop owner revealed Mark had already purchased all the beginner violins – for Brenda Hayes' son, Liam.
The specific one Lily wanted? It was found snapped in half, "run over," in the alley.
Later, Brenda' s social media paraded Liam' s new gaming consoles, pony rides, and lavish parties – all documented under '#BestUncle' and aligning perfectly with the times Mark claimed poverty.
Meanwhile, Lily' s cough worsened, her counts dropped, and doctors urged expensive, out-of-state treatment we couldn't afford.
The broken violin, Liam showered with gifts, Lily fighting for her life – it wasn't just neglect; it was a burning, cold betrayal.
He was actively choosing them over his own sick daughter.
Then, just before Lily' s birthday, I delivered a monstrous cake to a lavish party; it was for 'Happy Birthday Liam!' and there was Mark, laughing, wearing a party hat, while my dying daughter held onto his vague promise of 'something special.'
I knew then what I had to do. Fractured Bonds
Horror Sure! Here’s the translation:
"My parents killed the female lead's parents in a car accident and adopted her as their daughter. She is like the heroine of a novel, capturing everyone's attention the moment she appears. This includes my parents, my childhood crush, and my best friend. Meanwhile, I feel like a rat in a gutter, never seeing the light of day. The spacious room was forcibly given to the female lead, while I was left to live in a cramped storage room. My classmates bully me, calling me the daughter of a murderer. My parents scold me for lacking empathy. My childhood crush and best friend say I’m jealous and intentionally trying to embarrass her. Even though I did nothing wrong, I still have to bear the blame that doesn’t belong to me. As the new year begins, they gather as a family, while I, suffering from severe depression, step into the cold river water." You might like
Rejected by My Family, Claimed by the Galactic Commander
EVA PINK I woke up to the stench of rust and rotting flesh, no longer a master botanist who commanded life itself, but a D-class exile dumped on a wasteland planet.
Memories that weren't mine flooded in. I was framed by my stepsister, betrayed by my fiancé, and banished by my own family to the Ashfall Peninsula to die.
The original girl actually starved to death in despair. The moment I opened my eyes, a scavenger tried to smash my skull with a rusty pipe just to eat me. After I killed him to survive, I discovered a harsher truth: in this universe, plant seeds are classified as A-level strategic resources, completely monopolized by the Imperium.
But the universe had a sick sense of humor. A mandatory background scan suddenly triggered a galactic broadcast: I, the exiled trash, was a perfect genetic match for the Imperium's top war hero, General Alexander Orr.
The family that ruthlessly erased my existence instantly saw me as a golden ticket. My cheating ex-fiancé was dispatched to drag me back, furious that his "property" was matched with someone else. They all thought I was still that weak, naive girl they could manipulate.
But as I held the pure, glowing Life Source Crystals I had secretly extracted from the scrap heap, a cold smile crept onto my face.
"I didn't come here to die. I came here to build an empire."
I turned my back on the galactic broadcast and stepped into the deadly wilderness. Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King
Catlaina Sloggett I knelt on the cold stone of the Dragon God Altar, waiting to marry Lord Harper Carney. It was my only chance to escape the gilded cage of my family.
But when Harper finally arrived, he wasn't alone. His arm was wrapped tightly around my cousin, Hettie.
Right in front of the entire court, he coldly announced that our marriage was a mistake.
Hettie leaned into his embrace, wearing a triumphant smile while playing the innocent victim.
The assembled nobles openly jeered at me. They mocked my greatest failing—that I was a worthless "Dragonless" born without the inner fire.
My own father was furious, not at them, but at me. He demanded I go to Hettie's estate and beg for her forgiveness.
When I refused, he threatened to cut off all my funds and revoke my only job at the Royal Scribes' Office.
I was publicly abandoned, stripped of my dignity, and left with absolutely nothing.
I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. Why should I be the one to apologize when they were the ones who betrayed me?
For years, I had endured their abuse, treated like a pawn to be sacrificed at will. But looking at their smug faces, my despair turned into cold resolve.
I took off my betrothal coronet and dropped it at Harper's feet, publicly nullifying the contract myself.
I thought I would have to face the ruin alone, until a mysterious, powerful man with burning golden eyes stepped out of the shadows.
"Marry me," he said. "I will be your shield, and we will crush them together." Burned by My Fiancé, Reborn to Rule the Dragon Court
Fading Signal I gave Kaelen Sterling everything.
My fortune. My family's trust. Even the military secrets that should never have left my father's hands.
He swore he loved me.
Then he used me to destroy my entire family.
My father was beheaded for treason. My brothers died on the battlefield. My sick mother coughed up blood until her final breath. And the fortune my mother had saved for me became the stepping stone Kaelen and his precious "savior," Jacqueline Byrd, used to climb into the highest circles of the kingdom.
When there was nothing left to steal, Kaelen locked me inside an abandoned manor and set it on fire.
Through the flames, I saw him holding Jacqueline in his arms.
She was pregnant with his child.
And she was wearing silk bought with my mother's dowry.
"Burn it all," Kaelen said coldly. "Leave no trace."
I died screaming his name.
Then I opened my eyes.
I was twenty again.
Kaelen had just returned from the battlefield after being declared dead for two years—and standing beside him was Jacqueline, looking fragile and innocent as ever.
"She saved my life," he told me. "You will accept her."
In my last life, I did.
This time, I slapped him across the face.
Then I burned our marriage contract.
They all thought grief had driven me mad.
They had no idea I remembered everything.
Every betrayal.
Every secret.
Every scandal that had not happened yet.
I knew which noble houses would fall. I knew which princes would rise. I knew the hidden weaknesses of the people who would one day control the Dragon Court.
And they had forgotten something else.
I was never just a wealthy heiress.
I knew herbs. I knew alchemy. I knew how to survive a royal court where one wrong move could cost an entire family its head.
Kaelen wanted my fortune.
Jacqueline wanted my place.
My stepmother wanted my mother's power.
And the men above them wanted to use House Croft as another piece on their board.
Let them try.
I died once as their pawn.
This life, I will take back my family, my fortune, and every drop of blood they owe me.
And when I am finished, I won't just survive the Dragon Court.
I will rule it. Betrayed Bride: I Married My Ex's Comatose Uncle, the Dragon Lord
Ben Nan On my wedding day, I caught my fiancé in my stepsister's arms.
She was pregnant with his child.
And instead of begging for forgiveness, Damian Harrison laughed in my face.
He admitted he had always planned to marry me, dump me in some forgotten country estate, and keep my stepsister as the woman he truly loved.
So I burned my wedding veil in front of the entire Harrison family and walked away.
That should have been the end of it.
Instead, Damian's mother sent armed men after me.
Why?
Because I was a Dragonless nobody from the borderlands, and in her eyes, humiliating a Harrison was a crime worse than her son's betrayal.
I had no dragon blood.
No powerful family willing to protect me.
Not even my own father would risk offending the Harrisons for my sake.
If I wanted to survive, I needed someone they feared more than they hated me.
So I returned to the Harrison estate and made an outrageous demand.
I would marry Damian's uncle.
Gideon Harrison-the legendary Dragon Lord, the kingdom's greatest war hero... and a man everyone believed was dead.
Perfect.
As his widow, I would outrank the man who betrayed me, become his aunt by marriage, and gain enough power to make every Harrison who humiliated me regret it.
I signed the marriage pact without hesitation.
Then a knight burst into the ancestral hall with impossible news.
Gideon Harrison was alive.
My dead husband wasn't dead.
He was being brought home. One Bride, Five Beasts
crystal tractor After working herself to death, Hannah woke inside a werecreature novel as a doomed villainess with five mates her father had captured and forced into bonds.
Worse, the original Hannah had abused them so badly they were destined to rebel and destroy her.
Determined to survive, she planned to flee to her father, sever every bond, hoard supplies, and start over.
But her escape took an impossible turn. The serpent, merman, lion, fox, and icy priest who should have hated her suddenly refused to let her go-each claiming her as his.
Hannah could only stare. Weren't they supposed to want freedom instead of her? The Rejected Beast Mate: I Am The Royal Heiress
Samuel Gray Lyra endured a level-eight gene-tearing labor entirely alone in a cold, sterile medical pod.
Her legal partner, the revered S-grade Commander Kaelen Vane, was nowhere to be found. Instead, the room's holographic screen broadcasted him spending ten million star coins to buy a smile from her adopted sister.
As Lyra nearly died draining her mental energy to save their newborn cub, the nurses openly mocked her as a useless E-grade piece of trash.
Kaelen had never touched her, treating her very existence with absolute disgust.
When he finally called, it was only to throw money at her and demand she stop throwing a tantrum.
"Without my protection, do you think you and that half-beast mutt will survive three days?"
For a year, she had swallowed his psychological abuse, believing she was just an unwanted orphan. But why should she endure this pathetic, one-sided marriage just to be treated like dirt?
When a routine blood test shattered the lab's max-level analyzer, the truth was revealed: she wasn't an E-grade failure, but the universe's only SSS-grade Starfall Princess. As her ultra-powerful royal family blockaded the planet with a fleet of star destroyers, Lyra took the divorce papers and her newly assigned S-grade dragon fiancé to the tribunal. It was time to make Kaelen watch his precious empire burn to ash. Mated To My Ex's Dead Brother
Zhao Da My engagement to Kile, the heir of House Golden, was witnessed by the Duke himself. I thought my days as a helpless orphan were over.
But right before our wedding, he coldly informed me that my status was being revoked. I was to enter his family as a lesser consort.
The title of primary wife was being given to his lover, Journey. She hid behind Kile, wearing a spotless white dress and trembling like a fragile lotus.
"Cassie, please don't blame him, I can live without a title," she cried, playing the perfect victim.
Kile shielded her, glaring at me with pure disgust, shouting that I was being completely unreasonable.
The next day, the entire Elder Council cornered me in their grand hall. They told me that as a "Dragonless" nobody, I should be immensely grateful for any scrap they threw my way.
They all stared at me, waiting for me to swallow my pride and accept a lifetime of humiliation.
They thought I was entirely broken. They thought I had no backing and no choice but to bow down to their cruelty.
Instead, I looked straight at the Chief Elder and smiled.
"I refuse to be a lesser consort," I announced clearly, watching Kile's smug expression freeze. "But to preserve our families' dignity, I will fulfill the contract."
I looked right into Kile's shocked eyes.
"I will marry your dead older brother, Lord Ayden." Betrayed Bride: Proposing To The Dragon Lord
Alfred I was the adopted, "Dragonless" daughter of the Sterling family, bound by a prestigious marriage contract to my fiancé, Julian.
But during the annual charity ball, I followed a secret note to a guest suite, only to catch him tangled on the sofa with my cousin, Isabelle.
When I calmly called the Dragon Guard to expose their affair, my adoptive parents didn't comfort me. Instead, they furiously blamed me.
"It was an emergency! Our kind Isabelle used her scent to save him, and you just tried to destroy him!"
They praised her as a hero, officially handed my fiancé over to her, and decided to punish me for tarnishing the family name.
Their revenge was a new marriage contract. They were going to sell me off to Lord Valerius, a cruel, elderly man notorious for outliving three wives.
I stared at the death sentence in my hands, my blood running cold. I was the one betrayed, yet I was being discarded like useless trash to pave the way for my cousin's happiness.
Why should I let them destroy my life just to protect their twisted, perfect image?
I didn't cry, and I refused to be their sacrificial lamb.
I drafted a cold, calculated business proposal, packed my bags, and walked out of that toxic house forever.
I was going to propose to the most ruthless, powerful predator in the kingdom-Gideon Montgomery.
If I had to step into a dragon's lair, I would be the one to choose it. From Sacrificial Lamb To His Queen
The Edge I knelt on the cold marble floor, waiting to be inspected like a piece of livestock by the Dowager Duchess.
As a powerless "Dragonless" girl, I was selected to be a breeding vessel for Lord Gideon, the notoriously cruel heir of the Carlisle family.
But his wife, the famously "virtuous" Lady Helena, would never allow a threat to her position to live.
In my previous life, shortly after I was chosen, Helena accused me of being unclean.
She forced me to kneel in her lavish courtyard and copy the sacred dragon scriptures using my own blood as ink.
When my fingers were mutilated and my body completely drained, she threw me into a damp dungeon to rot and die, while my adoptive family happily counted the gold they got for selling me.
I died in agonizing pain, suffocating in the dark.
I never understood why my mere existence warranted such sadistic torture from a high-born lady, or why my life was treated as nothing more than disposable, worthless property.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in the Duchess's inspection hall, listening to her cold footsteps approaching.
"Are you clean?"
This time, I wouldn't just be a passive victim waiting to be slaughtered.
I was going to actively seduce the cold-blooded Lord Gideon, turn the "Living Executioner" into my personal shield, and step over Helena's hypocritical mask to win my absolute freedom. 
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