Rejected Bride: My Mysterious Sovereign Husband

I waited at the sacred basin for my fiancé of three years to arrive for our wedding oath. I desperately needed his noble family's mana-crystals to save my dying grandfather.

Instead of showing up, Dominic sent a public projection. He was kneeling beside my stepsister, Antonina, tenderly holding her hand.

"Kenna, stop being so petty. Antonina is frail, don't you have a shred of compassion?"

He broke our betrothal on the spot to comfort her. My biological father and stepmother immediately seized the opportunity. They announced Antonina would take my place as Dominic's bride and inherit the massive commercial empire I had secretly built for them. To silence me, my father froze all my accounts and plotted to sell me off to a lecherous, abusive old lord to secure more resources, leaving my grandfather to die.

They thought I was just a powerless, gill-less outcast who survived on their charity. They truly believed their wealth and status came from their own bloodline, completely unaware that every single pearl bed and trade route was sustained entirely by my hidden magic.

I didn't shed a single tear. I crushed my family crest, turned around, and bound my soul to a mysterious, towering soldier standing near the altar.

Since my family and my ex wanted to steal my foundation so badly, I would cut off the vitality supply tonight and watch their stolen empire turn to ash.