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His Unwanted Queen Is A Secret Genius

Chapter 9 

Word Count: 804    |    Released on: Today at 23:16

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ark eyes narrowing with venomous disbelief as she

skirts rustling aggressively. "Aurelia? What in the

ur table, his broad shoulders blocking her view of me. "This is a private

t contempt. "Step aside, you exiled half-bloo

n, and stood up from the booth. I reached up and smoothly unhooked t

perfectly level, carrying cleanly throu

ir heads, murmuring among themselves as they r

"So this is where you ran off to? Hiding in provincial drinking dens wi

e on legitimate business. S

walls. "A Dragonless commoner pretending to be an academic. You think beca

to wail, tugging at his mother's ski

. "Since you are here wasting time, make yourself useful. Leo is fussy, and he only eats those mana-infu

olute, casual arrogance of a royal m

I serve her children, treating my culinary alchemy as menial kitchen labor to humiliate me in front o

atched with wide eyes, clearly expecting the quiet c

the hilt of his concealed dagger, h

ly into Audrey'

" I

ped into the silent room

h falling open in sheer

clarity. "I am not your servant, Audrey. I am not your pastry chef. If

ked, "How dare you speak to me like that! You are an inferior, cold-blooded parasite living on my famil

hile you are running to your brother, remember this: I am a founding partner of Aether Forge. If you take one more step to

ey f

re salon

the continent were desperately trying to court. The Drakos Dynasty itself relied

nd shock and profound reverence, whispering th

ation. She realized in an instant that she had walked int

by the wrist, turned on her heel, and practically fl

s, took a slow, steady s

g," I said calmly. "We ha

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His Unwanted Queen Is A Secret Genius
His Unwanted Queen Is A Secret Genius
“I am the Dragonless Queen, married to the Dragon King for five years, trying to warm his icy heart. But on my twenty-fifth birthday, he canceled our private dinner to spend it with my half-sister, Lyra. Through the cracked door, I watched him smile at Lyra with a warmth he never gave me, praising her sacred dragonfire. "Auntie Lyra is amazing!" my four-year-old daughter squealed. "Mom never knows how to make these!" My husband didn't even look up when I finally entered, coldly telling me not to make an issue out of a quiet family evening. Looking at the three of them framed by the hearth-the formidable king, the holy maiden of flame, and the adoring royal daughter-they formed a picture of unassailable perfection. I was just a cold-blooded intruder in my own home, a decorative fixture tolerated only for political peace. Five years of silent endurance evaporated into a freezing void. Why did I bury my true self, believing devotion could fill the empty spaces? Why did I let them treat me like a shameful defect? I didn't scream or cry. I calmly drafted a formal Declaration of Severance, left it on his desk, and walked out of the palace forever. My husband assumed I was just throwing a domestic tantrum and would come crawling back once my coin ran out. He had no idea that his useless, Dragonless wife was actually the shadowy founder of Aether Forge-the premier military syndicate his entire empire desperately relied on to survive. Keep your throne, Kaelen. I am taking back my life.”