Chapter 1

The soup I made for my beloved snake was stolen and drunk by my fiancée's male assistant's mother.

The old lady vomited blood and died on the spot. The male assistant screamed like a madman, demanding that I pay with my life.

My fiancée brutally skinned the snake I had raised for 20 years, splattering its blood all over my face:

"Ethan's mom dies from drinking a bit of your damn soup, and you resort to murder, you useless coward? This vile creature should have been skinned and cooked long ago. You deserve to be tortured for keeping it!"

She forcefully made me drink a hundred bottles of pesticide.

But I was immune to all poisons. Though blood poured from my eyes, nose and mouth, I just wouldn't die.

My fiancée flew into a rage and cut off my research funding.

She even had my colleagues' legs crippled and sent them to Africa to work in the mines.

To save them, I ventured alone to Serpent Island.

The horrific sight of me being devoured by venomous snakes was broadcast globally.

When I was covered in bloody holes and nearly dead from the venom...

My fiancée finally arrived leisurely by private jet, arm in arm with her male assistant:

"For killing his mother, you should be chopped to pieces and fed to snakes! It's only because Ethan begged me to spare you..."

But she didn't know that those who provoked me always ended up dead.

As for the mystical bond linking our hearts, it was about time for it to backfire on her.

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