Blurb：
Elara awakens her Serpentine Bloodline, facing a life-altering choice: change gender or repeat past mistakes. In her previous life, she sacrificed everything for Joey—building his empire, raising their Ivy League-bound children—only to be poisoned and betrayed on her fiftieth birthday. Reborn at the clan sanctum, Elara defies expectations by choosing to become a man, but Joey’s sudden proposal of an eternal pact hints he might be reborn too. As the elder oversees the hair-binding ritual, Elara plays a dangerous game, hiding her transformation while sealing Joey’s fate. With one week until her new identity is complete, she navigates family secrets, Joey’s cold ambition, and a revenge plot that will rewrite destiny. Dive into a tale of supernatural bloodlines, gender transformation, and brutal retribution where loyalty is poison and love is a weapon.Content：
I awakened to my family’s Serpentine Bloodline.Upon reaching adulthood, we are granted a choice: to choose our gender once more.
In my last life, to be with the man I loved, I chose to remain a woman.
I became a devoted wife and mother. I helped him grow from a small business owner into one of the wealthiest men in the city. I raised our son and daughter and saw them into Ivy League schools.
But on my fiftieth birthday, I ate a slice of cake my husband had baked for me with his own hands.
And I began to spit out mouthfuls of black blood.
My children stood by and watched. They made no move to call for an ambulance.
"Just let go, Mom," my son said calmly. "Auntie Sylvia will take good care of us and Dad."
"Yeah," my daughter added, her voice flat. "Honestly, being your kid is a total embarrassment."
Everything they had, they owed to me. Yet they cast me into the abyss without a second thought.
When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in the family sanctum.
The clan elder held out the ceremonial parchment, the one that would seal my choice.
"Elara," he said gently. "It's time to decide."
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I took the parchment from the elder's hands and, stroke by stroke, wrote down my new name. When the final stroke was complete, the decision would be irreversible.
The elder looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise. "Are you truly certain? You wish to live the rest of your life as a man?"
"And what of your young man, Joey? Can he accept you after... the change?"
As he spoke, Joey himself was standing just outside the sanctum's doors, watching me with an eager, hopeful expression. As an outsider, he could neither enter nor hear our words.
I reverently lit the parchment, letting the smoke carry my choice to our ancestors. I offered the elder a small smile.
"Grandfather, my mind is made up. But until the transformation is complete, I ask that you keep this a secret for me."
"As you wish. It is your life to command," he sighed. "The ritual will be complete in one week. Your new identification will be delivered then."
One week.
I mouthed the words. In one week, I would have a new life, a future so bright it felt like a dream.
But first, I had to deal with Joey.
As I stepped out of the sanctum, he rushed to my side, grabbing my hand. "Elara, I know what you've sacrificed for me. I swear, I will never let you regret it."
He looked deep into my eyes. "Will you forge a pact with me?"
I froze. He never mentioned a pact in our last life. Could he have been reborn, too?
I decided to test him. "A pact isn't like a marriage, Joey. Once it's forged, we can never be parted. Can you truly promise to love me for a lifetime, and never fall for another?"
"Of course," he vowed, his gaze intense. But I could see it, hiding behind the performance—the same cold, ruthless ambition I saw in his eyes as he watched me die.
"Elara, the very thought of losing you is agony," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "Please, say you'll do it. Say yes."
A phantom pain twisted in my gut, as if the poison from my last life was still coursing through me, tearing me apart from the inside. I suppressed the bitterness and smiled brightly at him.
"Alright, Joey. I accept."
"I don't want to be apart from you either. Let's forge the pact right now."
I snipped a lock of his hair and bound it together with one of my own. We took it back to the elder, who burned the offering in the sanctum's sacred brazier.
"I, Elara, and Joey, bind our hair and our hearts as one, our love true and eternal."
The elder opened his mouth as if to protest, "But Elara, aren't you...?" He caught himself, remembering my request. He gave us both a long, complicated look before letting out a heavy sigh.
As I watched our hair turn to ash in the flames, a genuine smile finally touched my lips.
That night, Joey sat down with my parents to discuss the wedding. The gentle, adoring man from the sanctum was gone. He sat at the head of the table and, without even looking up, addressed my mother.
"So, when are you transferring the deeds for the houses and cars to my name?"
My mother’s face darkened. "What did you just say?"
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