Substitute Bride: My Comatose Husband Awakes

Chapter 4

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nt-shaped scale,a pure-blood dragon's relic, supposedly pulsed with a faint, warm golden light. A priceless

ue trinket, My Lady?" Tessa ask

the scale onto my vanity table as if it were cheap glass. "I

uld make a perfect conversation starter when Prince Valerius arriv

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oorboards of my sparse attic room, my fingers probing the cracks, feeling

never knew, the only clue to my origins. I retraced my steps in my mind-the tavern, the alley, the grand parlor. I

my mind set. I would kick

he heavy blast of a Dragon Horn echoed through the

e envoy. The

etched with red-gold flame motifs-the colors of a vassal dragon house. They sto

ned to Isolde, spotted me on the stairs. "The

rward, their massive bodies blocking

g there, a mocking smile on her lips. And there, hanging

. She had no idea what she was wearing. T

ld Mistress Oakhaven, m

snapped, signaling the guards to flank me. In the presence of the Dragon Lord's

the courtyard. I mouthed the words, a silent, vi

sing me completely. In her arrogance,

to prioritize. First, the fifty thousand gold pieces. Sec

eward, handed me a heavy iron lockbox. "The... funds, a

n my chest. I quickly handed a sealed letter and a small pouch of coins to a trusted stable

n, unadorned wooden carriage. It was a deliberate insult, t

lwind of calculations. Survive the crippled Lord. Find a w

As I sat in the dim, rattling box, the memory of the tavern man's ozone scent briefly crossed my mind

knew a trap was waiting. I just didn't know I was walk

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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.”