Awakening The Warlord: My Genius Wife

Chapter 3

Word Count: 1147 | Released on: 03/11/2026

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pped into the shadowed corridor with the ye

study, two guards sporting third-tier Verdant Rings c

e decrees for the Great Council. He

quotas catch the torchlight. "Step aside," I said, my voice cutting through the hall like a winter draft. "Tell Cur

ing at the council seal, and they ins

ir, and behind an expansive redwood desk sat my father, Clan Lord Curtis Browning. Hi

enalty is for threatening a Clan Lord?" Curtis

rode directly to the desk and sla

its lands confiscated, its titles stripped, and its members exiled," I stated flatly. "Tell me, Father: a

lor, and he vaulted out of his chair, lunging to snatch the roll. I j

eal this forged f

prove whether it's forged," I replied with a mocking

Unmaking-having his Oath Ring shattered publicly before his entire bloodline was stripped of noble standing and hurled to the Ab

endless sacrifice. Yielding Warlord Holden to Jacalyn was for the greater good of our

ying your seat in the High Court. You despised her merchant blood because traditional lords deemed trade base and unworthy of noble rings, yet you happily used her wealth to purchase your rank-only

ss the face, his righteous facade shatterin

. "Tonight, I want three things. First: hand over the dowry d

en decades ago!" Cur

blood-oath stones of Tessa's family.

"She is merely a servant.

"Strike my name from the Browning blood-register bef

thout a clan's backing or the Silverdew allotments of the upper

ledger in front of you," I said coldly. "Refuse, and tomorrow morning the

e. Trembling with humiliated rage, he pulled a formal parchment embossed with the Great Council's watermark, dr

d across the parchment, lockin

lvet pouch containing Tessa's oath stones. Then, I drew the yell

is cheek and scatte

do with me," I said, turning my back on him. "You had better pray Jacalyn and Hold

roared behind me,

s open and walked out

hands, her eyes widened in shock. Understanding that the bonds tying her house to gener

eeling the invisible chains on this body

n pierced the misty canopy of the High Court. Outside the

e upper court for the Warlord's grand feast. The other was a battered wooden cart

deck in her radiant spirit-silk robes. She looked down at me from a

pping into the creaking wooden cart wit

. Her hell was on

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“I was the legitimate First Miss of the Browning Clan, but because I tested as "Spiritless," my family treated me like dirt. Just days before my wedding, my father stripped me of my noble marriage contract and handed my powerful fiancé over to my half-sister, Jacalyn. Jacalyn flaunted the stolen noble ring in my face, mocking my dead mother while reeking of the secret herbal incense she used to fake her aura. "A Spiritless waste only deserves to wipe filth for that crippled High Lord in the Low Marches!" My father didn't just agree; he exiled me to the rotting roots of the World Tree to marry Adrien, a dying, coma-bound warlord infected by Abyssal cold iron. He cut off my survival rations and locked me in a freezing stone tomb, fully expecting me to die alongside my new husband before morning. Everyone in the High Court laughed at my misery, waiting for the news of my pathetic death. They thought they had drained my worth to pave the way for Jacalyn's glorious future. But they didn't know my soul had awakened with the primordial Old Blood and seventy years of modern surgical knowledge. I calmly forced my father to sign a severance writ, cutting my ties with the clan forever. Looking at the dying war god on the stone bed, I picked up my surgical scalpel. Once I pulled this Sovereign warlord back from the Abyss, the entire High Court would learn what true despair looked like.”