Chapter 332 - Harlan's Help

The sun hung higher now, casting a golden glow over the rugged cliffside, where the ocean's roar below seemed to mock the fragility of human plans. Rafael Vexley, the enigmatic billionaire whose life was a tapestry of secrets and power, clutched his ankle in agony, the snake's bite throbbing like a betrayal from nature itself. The pain shot up his leg like liquid fire, and already he could feel the venom's insidious creep—his vision beginning to haze at the edges, the world blurring into a watercolor of greens and blues. Panic surged through him, not just from the physical torment, but from the cruel irony: he had just found the resolve to fight for his love, for Eliana, and now this? He couldn't die here, not when she needed him, not when their unborn child depended on a future he had only begun to envision without his walls of deceit.