Marrying The Fake Invalid Dragon Lord

Chapter 6

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rom my fingertips, settling lik

n. To be publicly rejected, and by a 'Dragonless' girl h

ed, trembling with rage, unable t

ng onto Ansel's. "Now, take your trash

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e had lost. If he pushed this any further, Lachlan's scandal would only

d for his guards to haul the sem

his gaze promising retribution. "Ka

I never regret anything. But you, Ansel.

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se of calm settling over me. I had just shattere

, several distinguished guests who had stayed behin

eanor refined and gentle. He chuckled softly. "The first daug

man sitting in the wheelchair be

, deathly pallor, yet his facial features were strikingly handsome, his jawline made even sharper by his e

g body, his eyes were as cold and de

e a marriage for you, and your father, the Duke, has already agreed. It seems they have chosen a daughter from House Griffith. Howe

his tone indifferent. "I do not have much time left in

nyone would only be a burden to

is sentence, a violent f

coughed up a massive mouthful of black, tainted blood, h

Alistair ordered his men urgently, pulling out his ro

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Marrying The Fake Invalid Dragon Lord

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“I was the legitimate first daughter of House Griffith, but my father shattered my Dragon Core, turning me into a worthless "Dragonless." I thought my family still cared, until my half-sister Gale visited me in the dungeon to feed me the "Soul's Extinction" poison. As the poison burned away my very soul, she stood in her royal gown and laughed. "Your fiancé has been with me for months," she smiled, twisting the knife. She revealed that my own father had orchestrated my downfall because he didn't want a weak daughter tarnishing his name. Even my little brother had been brainwashed into believing I caused our mother's death. My entire family had conspired to erase my existence, ensuring nothing was left of me to even fade into memory. I writhed on the filthy straw, my vocal cords severed by the poison, unable to even scream. Why? I was the daughter of a legendary Dragon Marshal, yet I was treated worse than a stray dog. As darkness swallowed me whole, my eyes burned with a hatred so intense it felt like magma. If there is another life, I swear I will make them beg for a death as simple as this. The pain vanished. I gasped and opened my eyes. I was back in my bedroom at age fifteen, on the exact day my sister sent a drunken noble to ruin me. I didn't cower. I picked up a heavy iron poker from the hearth. My revenge starts now.”