My ex-husband proposed to my sister
And I fell in love with a lowly black serpent.
In my past life, just to be with him, I purposely picked that black serpent during the Sacred Bonding ceremony when we each chose our companion beasts.
After that, we spent every night together.
I didn't care what the whole clan thought. I was determined to marry him.
But on our wedding day, that same serpent I'd given my heart to drove an arrow straight through me, killing me while I was three months pregnant.
As I lay dying, I heard him hiss bitterly in my ear, "If it weren't for you, I'd have been with Bella by now. You should've died a long time ago."
That's when I finally got it. All he cared about was power. And he'd been in love with my older sister all along—the sister who was next in line for the Phoenix throne.
When I opened my eyes again, we were back at that same moment—the Sacred Bonding ceremony.
Before everyone, he dropped to his knees and confessed he loved my sister. He begged not to be bound to me.
The whole clan looked at me with pity.
But I only smiled and pointed to a small white serpent resting quietly off to the side.
That black serpent thought clinging to my sister would make him powerful. What he didn't realize was that only the one I chose would become the true heir to the Phoenix Court.
*****
The searing pain of an arrow through my heart made my entire body tremble.
Just when I thought I was going to die, consumed by hatred, the pain vanished.
I opened my eyes and found myself back in the Phoenix Court's secret realm.
My father, who had long since passed away, gently tapped my shoulder and whispered, "Venus, weren't you the one who insisted on forming a contract with the black serpent? Why are you just standing there in a daze?"
Forming a contract?
I was stunned. I'd come back—to the day of the Sacred Bonding ceremony.
"Father!" I began. But before I could say anything, Barton, the black serpent, suddenly bowed.
His eyes, full of devotion, turned to my sister, Bella.
"Lord Esther," he said, "I feel nothing for Venus. I only wish to spend this life and the next at the side of the First Princess, Bella."
Gasps echoed through the crowd. My father's face darkened.
Everyone knew the black serpent clan carried a diluted bloodline, part dragon but not pure. By the Phoenix Court's rules, Barton had no right to even stand here.
It was only because I favored him—because I insisted on choosing him—that he was allowed this opportunity at all.
And now, at this important ceremony, he humiliated me before everyone.
When his cold, hateful eyes met mine, I understood—he had been reborn too.
"Insolent!" my father snarled, his teeth bared. "Venus remains Second Princess of the Phoenix Court. You dare treat her like some common merchant haggling over turnips?"
The raw force of his divine aura exploded outward, forcing Barton to the ground.
Even so, he refused to lower his head.
"Lord Esther, how is it my fault? Must I bind myself to her just because she claims to like me? My heart belongs to the First Princess, Bella!
"Bella is diligent in perfecting her divine refinement and kind to others. Whereas the Second Princess is reckless and idle. Anyone would naturally prefer Bella."
Barton's voice was full of conviction, like he truly believed what he was saying.
But I knew the truth.
In our previous life, he had learned my sister was the preordained heir to the Phoenix Court. If he could form a contract with her, he would gain half of the Phoenix Court's divine power and evolve from a lowly black serpent into a black dragon.
It was all for power. Nothing more.
My father was seething now.
"A filthy black serpent dares to pass judgment on my daughter? You court death!"
Just as he raised his hand to strike, he was stopped.
Bella had been listening to every word Barton said. Her cheeks were flushed.
She looked up and said softly, "I'm willing."
Everyone was stunned.
My father stared at my sister, disbelieving.
"Bella, do you even understand what you're saying? Venus has already chose him. Besides, Barton is nothing more than a black serpent with impure blood. Binding with him will only bring you harm."
Before my father could say another word, Barton pulled out a tiny box from his sleeve and presented it to Bella with both hands reverently.
Inside lay a single, pearl-white pill.
"A humble gift," he said. "For the First Princess."
Someone in the crowd recognized it instantly and gasped. "That's the Ouroboros' Orb!"
I glanced over, then lowered my eyes.
The Ouroboros' Orb was the Snake Clan's most legendary relic—a treasure so deadly to obtain, it was said to demand a life in exchange. But its power was unmatched: it could obliterate old meridians and forge new ones, catapulting one's spiritual strength to unimaginable heights.
In our past life, I'd sacrificed fortunes—poured rare elixirs and divine herbs into Barton's training. Nothing ever took.
Then came the rumors of the Orb's existence. I sold everything to hunt it down.
Barton had pulled me close, his voice thick with pity. "It's just a myth, love."
But he'd had it all along.
And now? He offered it freely—just to win my sister's favor.
Every sacrifice I'd made—reduced to a pathetic joke.
My sister accepted the box with trembling fingers, her eyes dewy with gratitude. Then she smirked at me.
Turning back to my father, she blinked away her tears.
"All my life, you've favored Venus," she said, her voice shaking just enough. "Whatever she wanted, you gave her. And now that the black serpent has chosen me, are you really going to tear apart my happiness for Venus?"
My father faltered. His gaze dropped to the Ouroboros' Orb.
In the end, he turned to me and said, "Venus, since the black serpent's heart belongs to Bella… don't make a scene. Let it go."
I closed my eyes.
I felt… tired.
Bella and I were half-sisters. Her mother had been an ordinary phoenix—average in lineage, no special gifts. She died soon after hatching Bella, having been attacked by a demonic beast.
Later, my father married my mother, who was once the First Princess of the Phoenix Court. I was born after.
Everyone in the Phoenix Court knew he treated us differently.
To Bella, he was strict to the point of cruelty.
He tossed her into the trial fields as a child, left her there without aid or affection. Even when she came back bruised and bleeding, he wouldn't allow her a single tear. No weakness. No warmth.
But me? I was the jewel of his eye.
He gave me everything. He indulged me completely. Even though I had greater natural talent than Bella, he didn't want me to suffer.
So he encouraged me to give up divine refinement—to just enjoy my life as the carefree Second Princess.
To outsiders, it looked like love. But deep down, I always knew that was how you ruined someone with kindness.
In my past life, I once stumbled across my father at a private shrine. He was kneeling before a memorial tablet. The name on it belonged to Bella's mother.
I heard him murmur, "Norma… after all these years, you're still the one I love. Don't worry. I've already broken Venus's spirit. Now our daughter Bella will become the Phoenix Court's only heir."
He had wanted me to bind with Barton. With the black serpent's low status, my contract with Barton would never threaten my sister.
And now, as Barton offered the Ouroboros' Orb, my father once again branded me the unreasonable one and ordered me to step aside.
"Alright," I replied.
Since she wanted him so badly, she could have him.
?
When I agreed so calmly—without resistance, without protest—both my father and Barton looked surprised.
Only Bella offered a performance of concern, her voice laced with gentle hypocrisy.
"Venus, I'm doing this for your own good. You can't twist his arm. Why don't you choose someone else? Another who suits you. If I form a contract with the black serpent, and you find a match of your own, Father can rest easy."
My father looked at her with nothing but affection in his eyes. They had known all along that the day's guests were all from the serpent clan. And among them, apart from the black serpent, there was no one of note.
I didn't bother arguing.
Lifting my hand lazily, I pointed toward a direction at random.
"Him, then."
Everyone turned to look.
The one I'd chosen was a white serpent.
In his human form, he was handsome—on par with Barton, even. But his spiritual energy was faint, nearly undetectable.
If the black serpent was considered low-born, the white serpent was openly mocked by the Phoenix Court.
"A glorified earthworm with snake nerves," they called him.
He could take human form, yes, but had almost no offensive power.
He looked startled when I pointed at him.
Bella covered her mouth, feigning worry while sneering beneath it. "Venus, you're so eager... but what if he doesn't even want you—"
"I do," the white serpent said.
Everyone was taken aback.
Even I was surprised.
He walked straight up to me, extended a pale, slender hand, and blushed as he spoke. "Princess Venus, my name is Patrick."
I placed my hand in his.
It wasn't cold like I expected. There was warmth in his touch.
When he felt me respond, his grip tightened.
"If Your Highness forms a contract with me, I swear by the divine will, in this life and every life after, I will never abandon you. I will never regret it."
A crack of thunder split the sky.
Something warm surged in my chest.
Patrick was the first—and across two lifetimes, the only one—who chose me without hesitation.
I couldn't stop the smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
Beside me, Barton interrupted the moment.
"Princess Venus," he said, voice clipped, "the white serpent is of humble origin. Choosing him will only hinder your divine refinement in the future."
Patrick lowered his head slightly, shoulders folding inward with a trace of shame.
I stared at Barton and laughed coldly.
"What, are you jealous of him now? And tell me, if the white serpent's status is so low, does that make yours noble?"
Barton's smile froze. His expression twisted subtly.
And in that moment, I knew: he and I had never truly been on the same path.
In my past life, I hadn't chosen the black serpent out of blind devotion. Among all the candidates, I picked him because he once saved me in the secret realm. It had meant something to me.
But now, to gain power, he would humiliate me and climb toward my sister without a second thought. He deserved nothing from me—no more patience, no more kindness.
I turned to the crowd and made myself clear.
"From this moment on, Patrick is under my protection. If anyone dares to bully him, I won't forgive it."
The clan stepped back under the force of my words, their eyes avoiding mine.
Barton let out a cold snort. "As long as you are happy."
Just then, Patrick tugged gently at my sleeve.
I looked down. His eyes were rimmed red, lashes heavy with tears.
"You're... so kind," he whispered.
And for the first time in a long time, my heart began to race.
"Enough," my father said coldly. "It's getting late. Begin the Sacred Bonding."
The four of us stepped into the ritual formation. Thunder cracked in the sky, and with the altar as a conduit, spiritual energy was drawn from each of us, carving the bond into our very bones.
But the difference in strength between the Phoenix Court and the serpent clan was immense. Soon, both Barton and the white serpent began to falter. Drained of power, they both struggled to withstand the pressure.
"Princess... please, help me..." Barton collapsed beneath the force of the divine will, blood slipping from the corner of his mouth. He could barely speak as he begged.
Bella was about to step forward when Father stopped her.
"Black serpent," he said, his tone cutting, "you should consider yourself lucky to even be matched with my daughter. If you can't endure this, then it's your fate, nothing more."
Barton stared wide-eyed at Bella, the same woman who had blushed and accepted him moments ago. But now she stepped back, calm and composed.
"Barton," she said evenly, "I'm the next heir to the Phoenix Court. Every bit of my spiritual energy is precious. I can't give it to you."
Disbelief shattered across his face.
Meanwhile, Patrick began to falter as well.
I moved instinctively to help him, but he suddenly pulled back, avoiding my touch.
"Princess Venus," he said, breathless, "Princess Bella is right. If I can't even survive this bond, then I'm not worthy of you."
I almost laughed from the absurdity of it.
"You think you're lowborn just because they say you are? If we're forming a contract, that means we share life and death. Cut the nonsense."
I grabbed his shoulder and poured my spiritual energy into him.
And at last, the ceremony was complete.
Barton was drenched in sweat, kneeling where he stood, his lips stained with blood.
Patrick, in contrast, remained completely unharmed.
I felt Barton's gaze on me and turned. Our eyes met.
His stare was dark and accusing.
But I remembered, in my last life, he was rarely injured. Every wound, every blow, I had taken for him.
Now, after choosing the clan's preordained heir, he nearly died sealing the contract. And he still dared to look at me like that?
I mouthed: Serves you right!
Bella didn't notice the exchange. She was busy drawing in spiritual energy, her face glowing with satisfaction.
"Father," she said, "the heavens have spoken. I am ready to receive the inheritance."
The entire Phoenix Court stirred with excitement.
Each time a successor inherited the Court's legacy, they performed the sacred Dance of the Hundred Birds.
The energy contained in that ritual could break barriers—even raise one's divine refinement to an entirely new realm.
My father beamed with joy.
The altar was cleared, a sacred circle forming around Bella as she stepped into the center.
She turned to me, her voice mocking beneath a veneer of grace.
"Venus, I know you're bitter that Barton chose me, but that's no reason to interfere with the sacred dance ritual. Surely you wouldn't drag the entire clan down over a petty grudge?"
The crowd began to stir, their patience wearing thin.
Some who had never liked me were quick to speak out.
"Princess Venus, whatever problems you have with Princess Bella, handle them privately."
"Exactly. Don't ruin the sacred rite for the rest of us."
"The black serpent was right—compared to Princess Bella, you fall short in every way."
"If I were him, I'd choose her without a second thought."
Barton smiled smugly.
"Venus, everyone sees the truth. I must have been blind to have followed you."
Patrick stepped in front of him, frowning, pushing Barton aside with quiet force. Then he reached out and gently covered my ears.
"Don't listen to them," he said. "They're full of nonsense."
Just like that, the weight in my chest eased.
I smiled at him, then turned my gaze back to Bella, who stood basking in her imagined triumph.
My voice was steady. "Bella, you won't become the heir. You won't receive the inheritance. If you try to force it, you'll lose your divine refinement entirely."
?
Everyone froze for a moment.
Then the entire crowd burst into laughter.
Barton crossed his arms and gave me a slow, mocking once-over, his face full of disdain.
"And who are you to judge Princess Bella? If she isn't fit to be the heir, what, you think you are?"
My father's expression darkened, anger flaring beneath the surface.
"Enough!" he snapped. "Venus, step aside—now!"
He flung his sleeve, releasing a wave of spiritual force that swept both Patrick and me out of the ritual space.
Bella glanced over at me, eyes gleaming with challenge.
"Watch closely, Venus," she said with a sneer. "And see for yourself just how much stronger I am than a useless waste like you."
Then she began the sacred Dance of the Hundred Birds.
Power burst outward, rippling in waves from the center of the altar.
In an instant, the sky darkened. A multitude of birds descended, thunder rumbling in the distance, as if dusk had fallen in broad daylight.
Bella moved with practiced grace, her waist swaying lightly, each motion fluid and precise.
Magpies took the lead, gathering in reverence before her.
One by one, other birds followed, forming intricate patterns that shimmered with radiant light. Vast energy wove through them, forming a brilliant net suspended in the air.
The crowd watched in a trance, mesmerized.
The overflowing spiritual energy began to spread, meant to nourish and strengthen everyone present.
But soon, whispers of confusion began to rise.
"Strange... why can't I absorb any of the energy?"
"I can't either!"
"It's like it's just passing by me—none of it is being drawn in."
More and more people noticed something was off.
Their eyes slowly lifted to the altar, where Bella was still dancing, lost in her own sense of glory.
When the final step landed, she bowed deeply to the heavens and declared in a loud, reverent voice, "I, Bella, First Princess of the Phoenix Court, humbly request to receive the inheritance."
Silence.
Unease flickered across her face. She lowered herself to the ground again, her tone more desperate, more devout.
"I, Bella, First Princess of the Phoenix Court, humbly request to receive the inheritance!"
This time, there was an answer.
I stood beside Patrick, casually rubbing my ear, and said with all seriousness, "You can stop shouting. I refuse."
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