Marriage means different things to different people.

For Thalia Kim, it means survival.

Five years ago, she died on her wedding night. Not in a dramatic, metaphorical way, but quite literally, with a broken bottle driven straight into her heart.

She had only been doing what she always did. Men could never fully handle her, and they rarely stayed conscious after. So when her third husband went still, she assumed he had fainted, just like the others.

He hadn’t.

He opened his eyes, saw something he shouldn’t have, and panicked. Before her power could take effect, everything went wrong.

That was how she lost her first tail.

Now she only has eight left, and worse, her core is already starting to break. If it collapses completely, even a year would be considered lucky.

So yes, she needs to get married again—not for love, not for happiness, but simply to stay alive long enough to become human.

The plan is simple: find someone, get married, survive.

It would have worked.

If she hadn’t proposed to William Carter.

A man her sister is clearly afraid of. A man who does not look like someone she can control. And more importantly, a man who should have refused without a second thought.

But he didn’t.

He said yes! Just like that, without hesitation, without question, as if the decision had already been made long before she even asked.

Now, things are already starting to go wrong.

Her ability doesn’t work on him. She doesn’t know what he wants. And he doesn’t seem like the kind of man who makes careless decisions.

Which leaves her with one very inconvenient problem...

This marriage might keep her alive.

Or it might end exactly the way her last one did.

The sudden shout echoed through the private hallway.


The man delivering breakfast froze in horror as he saw Thalia clutching her bleeding stomach while stumbling backward.


The masked attacker immediately panicked.


Without hesitation, he shoved the man aside before running toward the elevator corridor.


The breakfast trolley slammed violently against the wall, followed by the loud sound of plates and glasses shattering across the floor.


"William!" Thalia cried again, her voice trembling in pain as she collapsed onto her knees.


Blood quickly stained through her shirt as her hand instinctively pressed against the wound.


The man delivering breakfast finally snapped out of his shock and rushed toward her.


Thalia shook her head weakly, her trembling hand pressing against the wound.


Chapter 47 - The One Who Supposed To Protect Her