Marrying The Fake Invalid Dragon Lord

Chapter 8

Word Count: 1059 | Released on: 15/09/2026

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e. After she married into this House, his cont

inn's contract?" Vi

knew how to fight. When Quinn insisted on following my mother into House Griffith, Vincent had refused, d

n had done exactly that

e connected to her. So, Theresa had conveniently banished

ay, Vincent would have comple

Spear against the stone floor, my voice turning deadly cold. "If you d

face darkened. Since he had been granted his lordship, no

face. If you don't treat me as a daughter, do y

ow you got your title?! If my mother hadn't fought tooth and nail on the blood-soaked battlefi

honestly believe reciting poetry

ife. His Majesty originally intended to grant the title to her, but you used your fragile male ego to block it,

ou really think everyone

have no such daughter!! Guards! K

r voice frantic. "The carriage from House Spencer is

ds had ruthlessly ripped off his mask of dignity, e

wanted to kill me r

forward, House Griffith does not have a pers

trembling servant and let out a cold smile. "Do

rlet Spear resting on my shoulder.

he spear's crimson shaft, casti

essed the assembled staff in the yard. "Everyone w

y confrontation in the main house had clearly spread like wildfire. Thei

p the stack of parchment. "You've all heard the rumors.

e crowd. Hearing it confirmed

er, but as the daughter of Astoria Vance. I will be

a moment to process th

tracts are now in my hands. You can choose to take them, leave, and be free. O

nt, each person wei

one knee. His voice echoed in the courtyard, carrying the unyielding iron of a true warr

ed into a still pond, its

ng his in a chorus of loyalty. Soon, a wave of allegiance washed over the courtyard. They mi

est, the first genuine emotion besid

l. From this day on, you are my

owers, I finally turned and walke

was parked there. There were only four carriage bearers and

ke this meant House Spencer was treating the bride like

would be dead. When that time came, I would inherit the title of mistress

Scarlet Spear tightly in my hand,

destiny would be entirely d

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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."”