The Betrayed Bride's Ultimate Retribution

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ply turned away, already done with her dramatics. She could s

the whole mess. "Just make sure the wedding is d

ust a quiet ceremony, a new beginning. My new life wouldn' t be built on

tion. An ancient lineage, rich in history, though perhaps lacking i

. I packed my essentials, retrieved some personal savings I had secretly squirre

ughts. I opened the door to fin

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et intensity, a depth that hinted at hidden intelligence and unspoken emotions. His face was sharp, aristocratic, yet softened by a subtle hint of vulnerability around his mouth. He w

n box. It wasn't ornate or flashy, but the craftsmanshi

ow rumble, surprisingly warm. "I brought you s

it, my fingers brushing his

the Salinas ancestral lands, said to only open under the rarest lunar cycles. Each petal was inlaid with tiny, iridescent scales, shimmering with an

, genuinely touched. "

ise. "It belonged to my mother," he said, his gaze distant for a moment. "

old, aloof man society perceived

thing else," he added, his eyes searchi

him, my voice soft. "More th

transforming his usually serious face.

tlingly loud and saccharine, s

rling! Look

at abdomen, a gesture that was both premature and deeply obnoxious. Dedric, meanwhile, wore a self-sati

hair comb still in my hand. Her lip curled slightly. "Though I'm sure you'll manage.

essel for his legacy, the fertile ground for his ambition. His look was one of utter devotion, the kind

en, blinded by her own victory, saw only the adoration. She was

nsciously clenching at his side. His amber eyes, usu

gentle hand on my lower back,

usually so passive, was now firm, meeting Dedric's without flinching. "And unlike some, I will value her, not just for what she