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The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

Chapter 2 A Sister's Scorn

Word Count: 733    |    Released on: Today at 18:52

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ike of pain through my head. I kept my eyes closed, trying to piece to

halt. Outside, I heard a commotion a

e livery, her expression haughty, spoke through

standing beside her opulent carriage, which was drawn by four proud horses a

t formed the pattern of a dragon's flame. It glittered in the sun, a stark, painf

id, Elsie, had already forced the door

Juliana, then shot me looks of contempt and cu

ng on her lips. "Sister, you look so pale. Are y

pple of stifled lau

lank mask. "Isn't this what

ungrateful. If you weren't of some use, marrying in my place, Fat

, "Prince Theodore was so relieved when he heard you were mar

ce Theodore in my past life.

would cast aside his fiancée for p

my voice even. "I hope your drago

her off guard. She had expected t

t the shame of our bloodline, a failure who couldn't even awaken

unds better than staying here and

ed and walked back to my carriage,

but flinched back from t

's fury. Leaning against the carriage wall, my heart h

ll up public informat

ingdom's most brilliant prodigy. Three years ago, his Dragon Core was damaged in a border war. His power has sinc

rrying a man like that wa

g: the Carlisle estate was a more immediate hel

. I watched the manor disappear f

points could buy. Survival was just beginning. I found a section for basic

re Gideon, I first had to understand

us seemed to dull the ache in my head. The carriage continued

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The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon
The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon
“I woke up with a splitting headache, only to realize I had transmigrated into the body of a despised, "Dragonless" noble daughter. Before I could even process my new reality, I was dragged out of bed and shoved into a plain black carriage, sent off as a disposable pawn to marry a crippled, violent prince. My half-sister, glittering in dragon scales, mocked me publicly, boasting that she was now free to marry my former crush. My father had abandoned me to a certain death. When I arrived at the grim palace, the prince's guards blocked the gates. He refused to even see his new bride, leaving me to freeze outside. I was a family joke, discarded by my own bloodline and left to die at a stranger's door. I didn't understand why this girl was treated worse than dirt, or why I, a top modern surgeon, had to suffer for their sick political games. I refused to let my life end as collateral damage in a world that deemed me worthless. Just as my vision blurred, a familiar blue screen flickered to life in my mind-my medical system. I looked at the hostile guards, my voice ringing clear in the empty courtyard. "Go tell your prince that I am not here to marry him. I am here to cure his poison." This time, I would carve out my own survival.”