Substitute Bride: My Comatose Husband Awakes

Chapter 2

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ng scent of expensive rosewater couldn't m

celain cup, her eyes raking over my disheveled state with sheer disgust. She was the Duchess of

silk gown of pale blue, a stark contrast to my torn, mud-stained linen dress

p down with a sharp clink on its saucer. "Like

eyes to play the part they expected: t

rble floor as she circled me like a vulture. "The men

wide with feigned shock. "Mother, her virtue is ruined

ch is why you, Seraphina, will take Isolde's place. You

y a man said to be cursed, disfigured, and dying. For a Dragonless bride, it wa

, my eyes wide with practiced fear. "Plea

arry the Lord of Ironscale," Beatrice said coldly, her face a mask of ruthless amb

iously, "It's better than hanging

he terrified facade dropped. I let a

ng Beatrice's gaze head-on. "I

sed by my sudden shift

ing up a silver letter opener. I inspected its

crippled one," I said smoothly, "I require the ful

nocence slipping into outrage. "You g

u're giving up the marriage, Isolde. Yo

t clashed horribly with her expensive gown.

nto the royal square right now. I can find a King's Guard and announce, very loudly, how

stigation, of treason, hit home. The Dragon

ng. The expensive rosewater scent now

aming the price of my life and my silence

mother, horrified.

ally realizing she had underestimated the

hands trembling with rage

attered loudly in the silent room. I turned my

aid over my shoulder

vant whispering to another. Mrs. Gable, my guardian, m

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Substitute Bride: My Comatose Husband Awakes

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“I was a Dragonless orphan taken in by a noble family, forced to be the substitute bride for my cowardly stepsister to marry a comatose, cursed Dragon Lord. To ensure I couldn't refuse, my stepmother drugged my wine at a family dinner. She locked me in a dark hotel room with a stranger, planning to have me ruined so I'd have no choice but to take her daughter's place. I barely escaped the terrifying, burning man in that room, only to be dragged back to the estate. When I stood in the grand foyer and refused the marriage, my stepmother smiled coldly. "It would be a terrible shame if your foster mother's health were to suddenly decline." She threatened to murder the only person who ever loved me. Even my childhood best friend betrayed me, selling me out for a plot of land and threatening to frame my healing skills as witchcraft. I was completely cornered, forced to walk into a tomb of a marriage as a sacrificial lamb just so my stepsister could chase after a handsome prince. Why did my life have to be treated like disposable trash for their greedy ambitions? But they severely underestimated me. Before leaving, I extorted a massive fortune from my stepmother as my dowry. And on my wedding night, when I realized my "comatose" husband was actually the lethal, fully awake man from the hotel room, I didn't panic. I looked into his murderous eyes and offered him a deadly deal. This time, I was going to burn their entire world to the ground.”