Substitute Bride: My Comatose Husband Awakes

Chapter 5

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ing shallow, a flawless imitation of a man in the final stag

silent agony I suppressed through sheer force of will. It was a gift from my d

hmic footsteps belonged to Kael, my most trusted Dra

nor Dragon Core resonance barrier, a simple ward woven from his own energy to prevent ea

ord," Kael whispere

relief from the cursed red marks that disfigured the r

ours of feigned stillness. "Report," I said, my voice

is world of shifting allegiances. "King Theron has decreed

tyrant thinks a bride will either wake me or kill me. A convenient test." The prophecy

ntinued. "But our spies in the capital confirm it's a bait-a

scarded branch of a fallen house adopted by the Ashf

in its supposed downfall." My fortress, my people, being treate

Kael offered, his hand resting on the hilt of his s

simplest solution. It would maintain my

he word, though quiet, echo

e break in my cold logic, but h

up. "Let the wedding proceed. The Kin

d, the cold of the stone floor a welcom

lse," I stated, my voice turning to ice, "I wi

a victim, My Lord?"

skin, the desperate, fiery touch of the girl in the

lared up, punishing me for the momentary lapse in concentra

nto the pillows, instantly resumin

. "Ensure the Keep looks as grim and hopeless as possible. No wel

eactivated the barrier and slipp

for the bride who was coming to bury me, blissfully unaware

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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.”