Marrying The Fake Invalid Dragon Lord

Chapter 10

Word Count: 703 | Released on: 15/09/2026

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gloomy room. Clara collapsed onto t

lief at the bloody stump where one of her fingers used to be. The sight of

e. "A mere servant, yet you dare to shout in my presence. Since you are a maid, you better e

hatred. "Kara Griffith, I am going to report this to the Duke an

I command

g her bleeding hand, Clara stumbled and c

ed at the extravagant food and wine laid out on the ta

ything all day, a

aspy voice suddenly broke the silence fr

a cup o

didn't move. A moment late

ch trouble, My Lady

e night with a man hovering between life and death. I hadn't expe

hought was that I was looking at a dying ghost. His face was terrifyingly pale, his lips

bone structure was striking, and his features were sharply defined. If he wer

he corner of Drake's pale lips.

hts and expressionlessly

let it drop, offering a helpless smil

sed to die for another half-month. H

is head, and with the other, I tipped the cup

I efficiently and unceremoniousl

urned around, and sat

aint rustling of sheets. I continued e

fetime of betrayal and survi

e body was completely paralyzed. And just now, under his closed eyelids, his eyeballs had made a swift, calculating movement.

leaned down. I leaned in so close that my warm breat

hat only he could hear, I murmured

an beneath me ins

o mine, and the air pressure in the room suddenly b

imordial dragon had jus

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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."”