Synopsis：My adopted sister stole my potion and won the Elixir Trial, only to learn it was actually a secret selection for the future bride of the Serpentkin heir—the very one rumored to be hideous, brutal, and impotent. When the Serpentkin sent a formal proposal demanding her hand, my own fiancé panicked, rushed her into a hasty marriage, and even consummated it that very night. She came back flaunting the fresh mark on her lower back, smirking, “So, Winnie, what will you do now? Your fiancé is mine. You’ll be twenty‑five in three days—if no one claims you by then, you’ll just be thrown to some ageing, wife‑beating rogue…” But she was wrong—I still had a choice. I walked into the parlor where my parents were struggling to clean up her mess and calmly declared, “If she refuses to marry the Serpentkin heir, then I will become his wife instead.”