Too Late For Regret: My Dragon Lord

Author: Barclay Hsu

Chapter 1

Word Count: 698 | Released on: Today at 09:55

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trash! You think a Dragonless bitch like

f my back with a sickening crack. The pain was a white-hot explo

my own domain! You disgust me," Caelus A

obs of my maids, Mrs. Hayes and Poppy. The

er physician, was now here, being publicly flogged and s

dragon lord, with his brilliant gold hair and amber dr

dragon scales in gold thread, glittering in the sun,

ying the Alvarez name," his voice was as cold as ice. He r

g for the impact. But the seari

nt. My eyes flew open. I twisted, my muscles screaming in protest,

k of pain, but his ice-blue eyes were fixed on Caelus wit

He hated me, and by extension, he utterly despised the child I bore. "Get out of the

bled, but he didn't move.

thought burned through m

is own deep-seated hatred, raised the whip a

t as silk drifted from the colonnade. Catharine Crai

filled with mock concern. "Losing your temper over

he shot toward Aethan and me held a flicker

eer remained. "He's infected with his mother's fi

orward, reaching t

n cried, his small ha

uld not

unce of strength I had left. I pulled Aethan under me, shielding hi

hat single word ma

d his dangerou

rectly into his eyes, my own

p of ice. "If you dare touch my son again

less woman, a scorned wife on the verge of being

fury. He stalked toward me, the oppressive pre

n. "What did you just say, you filthy bitch?" he

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Too Late For Regret: My Dragon Lord

Barclay Hsu Fantasy

“I am "Dragonless" wife of a powerful Dragon Lord. But the moment I opened my eyes, I was being publicly whipped for a false adultery charge orchestrated by his favored concubine. My five-year-old son, Aethan, threw his tiny body over mine to take the brutal, dragon-hide lash. My husband, Caelus, looked at us with pure disgust. "Get out of the way, you Dragonless bastard! Continue the punishment." He ordered the guards to drag my bleeding child away so he could finish beating me to death. To secure a pardon, I used my modern medical knowledge to pull Caelus's other son-the concubine's child-back from a fatal fever. But instead of gratitude, the concubine coached her recovered child to frame me, claiming I had maliciously tortured him with my acupuncture needles. Caelus instantly believed their act, looking at me with murderous suspicion once again. Meanwhile, my own son suddenly coughed up blood and fell unconscious, his spleen silently ruptured from the brutal whip lash he took for me. Looking at my dying child and my cold, arrogant husband, my heart completely died. Why should I stay in this hell, begging for the affection of a blind, cruel man who would let his own flesh and blood die over a cheap lie? I ripped the priceless royal brooch from my collar and stabbed it fiercely into Caelus's hand when he tried to grab my wrist. "I want a divorce. I am done with you completely and forever." This time, I am leaving this wretched place to save my son and live for myself.”