The Exiled General’s Secret Wife

Evelyn died once. She won’t make the same mistake twice. Reborn to the morning of her wedding, she remembers the poison, the coffin, and Crown Prince Edric’s cold smile as he let her stepsister steal her throne. This time, when Edric abandons her at the altar, Evelyn doesn’t cry. She walks—straight into a contract marriage with the kingdom’s most disgraced general, a man sentenced to die in the frozen ruins of the North. She isn’t running away. She’s building an arsenal. In the palm of her hand lies her mother’s last gift: a jade pendant that opens an infinite realm of sacred grain, healing spring water, and soil that laughs at winter. In a kingdom starving under Edric’s golden crown, food is the only power that matters. Evelyn will feed the North. She’ll fortify its walls. And when the crown prince comes crawling back with letters and empty promises, she’ll burn them in the town square and tell the world: “The North has its own fire.” Her husband is a silent, scarred war machine who should be her pawn. He becomes her blade. When witch-hunters drag her to trial, he slams his commander’s seal on the inquisitor’s desk and says: “If she’s a witch, burn me with her.” When the South starves, he stands at the city gates in blood-soaked armor and tells the invading army: “Court-martial me. Insult my wife again.” From a dead city to a golden empire. From a sham marriage to a dual throne. Evelyn doesn’t want forgiveness. She wants them fed, armed, and kneeling. Because the fastest way to conquer a kingdom isn’t with swords. It’s with bread. And she has an infinite supply. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Exiled General’s Secret Wife — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠