The Cursed Regent's Fearless Substitute Bride

Chapter 3

Word Count: 726 | Released on: 24/06/2026

leaner than Corbin, his eyes sharper, holding a quiet intelligence th

said, his voice flat. "No matter

y lord. As with the others. A

to a horrifying secret. The curse wasn't a curse at

le eye. "This one is different." He paused. "Don't be so quick to a

made of. "Start with humiliation. Let's

o cushion the bumps of the poorly maintained road. Celeste was already gone, following her instru

e of the castle. It stopped beside a small, dilapidated side entrance, bare

an in a severe grey dress. Her name was Bertha, the Ma

announced, her voice as brittle as old

tood tall and proud, carved with snarling beasts and the Hawthorn

s gathered, their whispers and stifled laughter like the buzzi

ated, her expre

t hear me? Get out of the carriage," she

ce was quiet, yet it cut through the murmurs lik

in mid-air, stunned by the she

ge. The blood-red of her wedding gown was a slash

he side gate. Instead, s

angerously calm, "that the Princess Regent

eck. "It is the custom

With a sudden, sharp movement, she reach

it was formidable. Her eyes, dark and piercing,

e dusty ground and ground i

iating an authority that had nothing to do with titles. "Now," sh

, her arrogant facade cr

isingly frail, and she went down in a heap

d. No bride had ever acted this way. Th

second glance. She walked directly

head held high. Her voice rang out, clear an

master his bri

letting the

en this gate, I will

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The Cursed Regent's Fearless Substitute Bride

Rutledge Shepp History

“I woke up in a strange body, only to find myself being violently laced into a blood-red wedding dress. The Ashford family had finally remembered their abandoned daughter, but only to use me as a disposable substitute. They were forcing me to marry the terrifying Prince Regent in place of their precious darling, Seraphina. The Prince was rumored to be a cursed, crippled monster who had already outlived three dead brides. Everyone knew this wasn't a wedding; it was a brutal death sentence. When I confronted my "father," he coldly told me it was my duty to sacrifice my life so his real daughter could marry the Crown Prince. They thought I was just a weak, useless pawn they could ship off like cattle. They expected me to cry, beg, and accept my tragic fate. But I wasn't that timid girl anymore. I smiled at my so-called father and held out two fingers. "Alright, I'll marry him." I watched their faces pale as my smile widened. "But not for free. Two hundred thousand gold lions." After extorting my own family, I took the carriage to the Prince's castle, where they tried to humiliate me by making me enter through a tiny servant's door. Instead of submitting, I walked over to a thousand-pound marble gargoyle statue by the main entrance. I ripped off my veil, lifted the massive stone beast with my bare hands, and smashed the heavy iron gates to splinters. "Go tell your master his bride has arrived." I let the words sink into the dead silence. "And if he doesn't open this gate, I will tear it down myself."”