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.