Belong to me！My 'Psycho' Wife

y disabled individuals, and the mentally ill were all thrown onto this island to fend for themselves. There was n

st a dark blanket

n a tattered white dress that barely covered her frail body. Her long

ls, her deep blue eyes staring

n't bear it and silently used sharpened stones to cut their wrists. Such scenes we

ted daughter of

ughter, Bella Clark, was born with a difficult fate. She was plagued with illness and misfortune throughout her childhood.

someone born on the same day, month, and year as her and take

eighteen, the Clark family forced her to get engaged to an elderly man. She resisted with all her might and stabbed the

an eye, three

ould die in a foreign land as

whirr

und of helicopte

overing over the island, their propellers pie

s hap

lly disturbed individuals rushed towards them, trying

a

a

a

and animals scattered, and people fell one by

ne sc

well-dressed men with guns i

s pressed together. Had the government finally d

istence in this world? Was it reall

ed, truly

survive. She w

nd mostly inhabited by mentally ill people. They have been driven to the seasi

men walked into a pat

e barrel pointed in her direction. It f

eaves, making a crisp sound as they passed in front of her. Suddenly, the sound of t

aze fell upon her. Sylvia instantly felt an over

of the men

bility, a sense of superiority that penetrated de

ng the electronic locking device on her delicate wrist. Insid

e slums, Sylvia was assigned by the Clar

phone and reported, "Mr. H

e specific

year, with no specific identification information. She app

ears

woman like her, who should have been in the slums since birt

.

n in the slums since birth? W

continuing to pretend t

e man's trousers began to twist and deform. He squatted down in front of her,

lifted. Sylvia winced in pain, her gaze colliding wi

p short hair framing a very handsome face. His skin was snow-white, his features sculpt

an examining gaze, his

long on the island had turned her into an expressionless person. A

contact lasted f

here were not many who dared to hold

n her face, possibly from branches or the like. The deep wounds added a t

s, didn't throw a fit, and didn't go crazy. A glint

rest

etly on the side, ready to shoot any

ped her face and st