The Betrayed Bride's Ultimate Retribution

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structed poise shattering. "You talk about 'true affection' while Dedric and

r, was palpable. In my past life, she had struggled with infertility, a secret shame that fueled her bitterness. This time, she was clearly desperate to p

bout securing his position as the next Chairman. Belen was merely the most convenient, and seemingly most fertile, p

, almost imperceptible smile playing on my lips. "One bui

y both knew the truth of their hurried alliance, but neither dared to voice it. My

presence a silent anchor beside me. We left Be

s, her voice vibrating with frustrated fury. "But it won't matter.

the real power at play. She thought I had given up Dedric because I was defeated. She couldn't fathom that I had simply chosen a different path,

I exchanged quiet vows, I found myself in our new home, a modest but

orway as he shed his clothes, a quiet curiosity stirring within me. His back was to me

ered with a faint, almost imperceptible, golden light. Not a tattoo, but something organic, inherent. They were the markings of his "half-

m flinched, his amber eyes wide with alarm. He quickl

th a raw vulnerability. "Are you... are you

ed to being seen as an oddity, his l

o touch his arm. "Ingram, no. It's no

rying to find any hint of deceit. When he f

like it," I admitted, my voice a l

deepening on his cheeks. He still looked slightly

shimmering patterns on his chest. His skin was warm beneath my touch,

s his lips met mine, tentatively at first, then with a slow, building intensity. There was no pre

were always about possession, about asserting domi

et fiercely hungry. He explored my body with a reverence and curiosity that brought me to li

istence a stark contrast to Dedric's often

laughing softly as he kissed my n

a mischievous glint. "Only if you want m

loser. This was a new kind of happi