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Jilted Bride? I Married The Supreme Lord

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 826    |    Released on: 11/11/2026

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ice-mint tea onto my fingers, the ch

into the booth in a deep red gown and sat across

a Alliance's armored coach

tened around th

really

ight behind this wall," Harper whispered back, h

. "So, once he settles in, we're going ahead with the plan, righ

nod. "Don't worry.

fing rune near the top air vent was cracked. If I listened closely, I could hear t

e that seeped through the stone and made my gray B

r throat, and spoke just loud enough f

lly going to cut ties

and kept my voic

in a military zone, so he can have her. But I will n

all, the foo

her part, si

rothal, he'll strip your inheritance and throw you out of the Antai Guild.

left me," I said coldly, aiming every word at the vent. "

e, the clink of a teacup again

wed hard and

ign Basin would dare offend the

allowance," I scoffed. "The only one who can crush the Marquess House is t

aint rustle of clothes vanished, replaced by an invis

r's knee shook, but sh

rs from violent Tide-Spirit backlash! Rumor says he hates women so mu

ter laying out a ledger. "The elders at the High Council's Great Table use his unma

ries me, he can shut the High Council's mouth whenever he c

e for two years to take back my family's business. I won't ask for his affection, I won't t

hest rising and falling

arble wall came a

eh

ght down my spine. Harper turned pale

l wait for you in the co

e bead curtain and va

sip of cold mint tea to sto

r corner. As they approached, the quiet chatter

blocking the golden light from the hall. I touched the blo

e crystal bead curtain aside, revealing a pair of d

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Jilted Bride? I Married The Supreme Lord
Jilted Bride? I Married The Supreme Lord
“I spent three years ruining my eyes weaving sea-silk to support my fiancé, Edmund. But when I used a scrying basin to check on him, I saw him pinning my adoptive sister, Genevra, against the seats of his luxury coach. "Genevra, you're my true salvation. That Spirit-less waste Katrina isn't fit to step through my gates." He claimed she was his savior because she rescued him from a collapsed mine. But the truth was, I was the one who sliced my wrist and endured the agonizing burn of poisoned iron to drag him out. Genevra had only stolen my bloodstained cloak. When I reported their illegal rendezvous in a restricted military zone and had them arrested, my own family turned on me. My uncle and mother summoned me, throwing a shattered teacup at my feet. They demanded I hand over my fiancé, my late father's crystal workshop, and my inheritance to Genevra as an apology. Edmund even had the nerve to offer to keep me as a lowly mistress while he married the thief. They thought because I was born without magic and couldn't grow a siren tail, I was just a piece of trash they could crush and discard. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. I signed the annulment, crossed out the clause giving up my inheritance, and walked away. Then, I went straight to the most terrifying man in the empire, Augustus Mccall, the High Lord of Tides. Since they wanted to push me into the abyss, I would marry the supreme warlord who could make them all bow their heads.”