Bride of the Serpent King-Chapter 35:Eyes That Burn, Hands That Strike

Chapter 35:Eyes That Burn, Hands That Strike.

Not only Zaiyila, but everyone present was stunned, and they all began to look at her with envy. In the next moment, the once silent room erupted into applause.

Zaiyila covered her mouth in surprise, and this time, she couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. More tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran to Everett, hugging him tightly.

The moment was so sweet that people couldn’t resist pulling out their phones and capturing it.

Everett wiped Zaiyila’s tears and chuckled. Just then, a handsome young man arrived with a tray in hand. On the tray rested a mighty crown—though small in size, anyone who knew its origin would never underestimate its worth.

Everett calmly took the crown and placed it on Zaiyila’s head, adjusting it to the center of her hair just as it appeared on the statue. Then he kissed her forehead again.

"Stop crying, my Queen. It makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong," Everett murmured.

Zaiyila sniffled and wiped her tears away. "I’m just very happy," she replied with a radiant smile. Her beauty, in that moment, was beyond compare.

"This is the first time I’ve ever seen Mr. Everett smile so handsomely. My heart is beating faster now. Your little sister really means a lot to you," a female voice suddenly echoed, drawing everyone’s attention.

All eyes turned to the entrance and saw a stunning woman in a blue dress. She wore dark sunglasses and carried a fashionable handbag as she stepped inside and walked directly toward Everett.

Zaiyila’s gaze followed her, and her eyes widened. "Soya? Why is she here?" she muttered, glancing at Everett.

The woman was indeed Soya—her sister, the one originally chosen to be sacrificed.

"Thankfully, she feared death and refused to be the offering. If not, I’d still be locked in that cage," Zaiyila thought, tightening her grip on Everett’s hand.

Soya’s attention shifted to Zaiyila, and her eyes widened. "Ah, so young and beautiful. You really are his sister. I’m even more envious now," she remarked with a chuckle.

Zaiyila’s expression turned blank. "She didn’t recognize me? Have I changed that much?" she wondered.

"Hello, pretty. I’m Soya. Nice to meet you," Soya greeted, stretching out her hand with a warm smile.

Zaiyila looked at the outstretched hand and clenched her fists tightly. She took a deep breath, raised her hand, and instead of shaking it, she slapped Soya hard across the face. The sound echoed through the hall, leaving everyone stunned.

Soya’s vision blurred for a long moment, and she lost her balance, falling to the floor. Even then, she remained dizzy.

The entire hall was unnaturally silent. Even Everett was surprised—he had invited Soya with the intention of humiliating her in front of Zaiyila to cheer her up, but he hadn’t expected her to act on her own.

"Seems like I made the right choice inviting this slut. I should have invite the others as well," he mused, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

Zaiyila’s eyes were cold now—she was clearly furious. Those who once thought she was the angelic version of Everett were beginning to reconsider, and none dared act carelessly.

It took Soya a while to recover, and she sprang up immediately. "Are you crazy?! If you don’t want to be friends, just say so! Why slap me so hard?" she yelled, trying to mask her tears with anger.

Zaiyila looked at her—and slapped her again. This time, it was so forceful that Soya not only fell again but also coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"This girl is insane! She’s seriously crazy! I haven’t even married into their family yet, and she’s already treating me like an enemy. Mr. Everett must’ve invited me because he likes me, but this lunatic is acting like a jealous maniac!" she thought, trying to steady herself and turned to Everett.

"Mr. Eve... did you—" Her words were cut off as Zaiyila suddenly grabbed her by the collar and punched her in the face.

"Did I just hear you shorten his name to ’Eve’? What right do you think you have?" Zaiyila snapped, slapping her again.

Soya was on the verge of fainting, blood dripping from her mouth and nose, her eyes rolling.

"Please, please let me go. He’s the one who invited me here," Soya pleaded, her mind in chaos, struggling to comprehend what was happening.

"He invited you, and you dared to come? You’ve got some guts!" Zaiyila shouted, slapping her yet again.

This time, Soya couldn’t take it anymore—she fainted on the spot.

Zaiyila dropped her on the floor and ran back to Everett, hiding behind him like a kitten. "She... she fainted," she stammered nervously.

Everett chuckled and gently patted her hand. "Dust the waste off," he murmured, and two men entered, grabbed Soya roughly, and dragged her out.

Everyone in the hall was trembling. No one dared utter a word.

Zaiyila noticed the strange stares being directed at her and tugged on Everett’s clothes. "Eve," she called softly.

"Why are you all silent?" Everett’s cold voice rang out, and the hall instantly came alive again, albeit forcefully. No one dared make Zaiyila feel displeased, afraid they’d be turned into "waste" too.

Soon, the cake was cut and shared. Zaiyila drank and laughed with her new friends, and the party continued until nightfall. Yet no one noticed the young man in a mask who had been secretly taking pictures of Zaiyila before slipping out of the hall.

By midnight, everyone was drunk or had left, though many stayed to sleep there. Zaiyila held a bottle of alcohol, drinking like there was no tomorrow.

Her beautiful face was flushed—clearly intoxicated—and she looked even cuter in that state.

Everett approached her and picked her up in a bridal carry. "Should I regret letting you drink now? Look at how drunk you are," he muttered.

Zaiyila looked up at him and smiled brightly. Her smile was so heartwarming that Everett momentarily forgot to breathe.

"Nope... no room for regret. You’ll let me do whatever I want, and you won’t stop me. I’m your Queen—you have to obey me," she declared.

Everett raised a brow. "Oh? Here comes the domineering Queen," he chuckled and vanished on the spot, reappearing in another living room. Then, he gently sat Zaiyila down on a chair.

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