The Healer Bride: Awakening the Ruined Dragon King

I was the eldest daughter of the Reynolds family, but in a world that worshipped dragon power, I was born completely "Dragonless."

After ten years of being engaged to Prince Krishna, the King suddenly decreed that my fiancé would marry my half-sister Deena instead.

As for me, my father ruthlessly discarded me.

I was ordered to marry Lord Boyce Carlisle, a crippled, dying warlord with a shattered Dragon Core and failing organs.

I was being sent to a desolate border fortress just to be a dying man's nursemaid, and then his widow.

Deena flaunted her triumphant smile, whispering maliciously in my ear.

"This is the fate a 'Dragonless' deserves. You're being sent there to be buried with him."

My father didn't even look at me, treating my death sentence as a highly profitable political trade.

The suffocating despair and humiliation drove me to tie a silk sash to the ceiling beam and kick the chair away.

Why should I be thrown away like trash?

Why did my mother and I have to die in obscurity while they celebrated their royal wedding?

But as the noose tightened, a violent torrent of memories flooded my mind.

I remembered my past life as a top surgeon on Earth who spent thirty years snatching lives back from the jaws of death.

I didn't die.

I cut myself down, wiped away my tears, and looked at my hands.

I would heal this dying warlord, and use him to drag every single one of them to hell.