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Marrying The Fake Invalid Dragon Lord

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1234 | Released on: 15/09/2026

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wine filled the room as

in spreading across his flushed face. "Don't worry, I'll ma

ddled in the corner, weeping as his grimy hands tore my dress.

earth. Beside it rested a heavy black iron

ped my fingers around

his breath. He expected me to cower. In his eyes, I was still the timid, easi

etreat a s

me breath, the heavy iron poker in my hand sliced through the a

hoed loudly in the quiet room. The iron p

hing his shattered leg as he collapsed heavily to the floor. "K

n poker again, bringing it dow

ly like a sack of wet grain, his screams

ravestone, and planted the heavy, ash-stained tip

widened in absolute terror, the sheer pai

his massive body trembling uncontrollably

h, the first daughter of this House. And you are a filt

stretched wrist-the very hand that had dared to touch me

followed by his muffled,

ear, my voice a venomous whisper. "L

didn't even need to ask to

Gale drugged me and sent Lachlan, the bas

le brought a crowd of nobles in to catc

, my reputation was

legitimate heir of House Beaumont. The two of them had been having a secre

ious. He locked me in the ancestral hall for hal

one, I would never have fallen for

n the heavens couldn't stand the sight of Damian and Gale,

ng the crowd of nobles waiting outside, his courage returned. "Kara, my older brother Anse

down on his ribs. I grabbed a heavy silver candlestick fro

. And

recognizable pulp. Until his arrogant snee

dlestick, calmly smoothing

l of his own blood and vomit like a beaten dog. There

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d. I saw a man go in with my

ter really... having an illicit affai

e remained perfectly innocent. "There must be a mistake. My sister

the manor? Let's all go see what kind of person she really is today. Once w

luctance on her face, but the girls beside her were alread

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shed wide open

, flanked by a gaggle of young nobles eager for a sc

l. The young lords and ladies admiring the flowers in the courtyard had heard eve

ete 'Dragonless' waste. She's barbaric and unrefined, ye

possessing a powerful Dragon Soul. Isn't it hilarious that he ra

ct Dragon Soul and mastered all the Dragon Court arts. She's the t

ghly respected lord and the Prince's tutor. Second, because my sister

crude brute who lacked a Dragon's Scent and only knew how to

stop the crowd, but 'helplessly' foll

ey saw me standing tall in my red dress, with a man crushed

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“After my own father shattered my Dragon Core and chained me in a rotting dungeon for a full year, my half-sister finally came to visit. Wearing the majestic gown of a Dragon Queen, she forced the "Soul's Extinction" poison down my throat. "Still waiting for someone to save you? Your twelve-year-old brother was beaten into a pile of mashed flesh at the palace gates! And your fiercely loyal guard captain? Shot through by heavy crossbows and fed to the rogue drakes!" Listening to her gloat about how she stole my beloved Crown Prince and turned my entire family against me, I choked on black blood, letting out a bestial screech of pure despair. I swore that if there was a next life, I would drag them all to hell and make them beg for death! When I opened my eyes again, I was back at age eighteen. Outside the door, my sister was leading a crowd of nobles to "catch" me in a scandalous affair with a drunken intruder. Looking at the disgusting man lunging at me, I didn't cower and beg like in my past life. Instead, I grabbed a heavy iron poker from the hearth and mercilessly shattered his kneecaps! When the door was violently pushed open, everyone gasped. I was stepping on the intruder's bloody face. Right then and there, I slapped my hypocritical sister across the face and tore my betrothal contract to pieces, throwing it at my scum fiancé. Since my father saw me as a disgrace, fine. I severed all ties with the family, took my mother's loyalists, and willingly took my sister's place to marry Drake Spencer-a crippled, bloodthirsty young lord with only days left to live. Everyone eagerly waited for the news of my brutal death on my wedding night. But when the bedroom doors closed, I pinched the chin of my supposedly paralyzed husband and whispered in his ear with a cold sneer: "Was that a good show, my lord?" In the next second, the "paralyzed" man instantly pinned me down. His golden eyes, like an awakening primordial dragon, narrowed dangerously in the dark as his husky voice brought a crushing pressure: "My lady, knowing too much... can be fatal."”