Chapter 1

On the night of my wedding, my husband, the Don, kissed my trembling body while telling me not to be afraid. However, the next second, he personally handed me off to 30 men.

"Your virginity is theirs for five million per person."

I screamed when I woke up from the dream. Fortunately, it was just a nightmare.

But on the day of our wedding, I saw a man with a scar on his face sitting next to the stage. He was one of the men from my dream.

I accidentally heard him talking on the phone, "That's five million well spent. I can't wait to take her to bed."

As I turned to make my escape, I heard the footsteps behind me getting nearer.

My phone suddenly rang, and it was Owen Thorne calling me.

"We're coming for you, honey."

Chapter 1

It was my wedding night. I was wiping my legs with my head lowered in the bathroom when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Owen was standing there with half of his shirt unbuttoned. His broad, muscular chest was exposed.

He did not say a word and just strode into the bathroom. He put an arm around my waist while closing the door behind him.

"Owen…." I uttered his name but could not continue as his lips pressed onto mine. His hand pressed hard against the back of my head, while his other hand reached under my towel. I lifted my head to catch my breath as I panted softly.

His hand caressed my body as it moved from my waist to my bottom, then back to the front as he grabbed my bosom. My body trembled slightly, and my arms circled his shoulders. "W-Wait… We're not in bed yet…" I gasped between breaths.

Owen let out a husky laugh. I could feel his warm breath on my collarbone.

He suddenly carried me into his arms and walked past the dimly lit corridor to take me into the bedroom. He put me down in the middle of the bed and pressed down on me. His body covered every inch of mine.

He leaned down to kiss me once more. His tongue explored deep into my mouth, eliciting a reaction out of me. He pulled my legs apart, pushing his knee between them.

I obediently parted my legs for him. At the same time, I felt a familiar emptiness deep within my abdomen. The sensation pushed my body to move along with the flow of his movements by lifting my waist toward him. My throat gurgled with moans.

"Owen… Owen…" I kept calling out his name. My body opened up to him as every inch of my skin yearned to be touched. His fingers reached deep into my body, and my back lurched as a moan escaped from my lips.

The emptiness within me was temporarily filled up, but it called out for more to come inside me. However, that was when Owen suddenly stopped. I looked at him blankly.

Owen answered me, but he looked like a complete stranger, unlike the passionate man from earlier. "I'm sorry, Emma. I'm not the one you're spending the night with."

The air seemed to freeze. I had been drowning in a wave of passion and did not immediately catch the drift of his words.

"Emma, the family has been facing problems recently, and I need a large amount of money. I've sold your virginity for five million per person to 30 clients. I'm only in charge of foreplay and preparing your body, but tonight, you'll belong to them."

I was in disbelief after hearing his words. "Five million? Thirty clients? Owen, are you joking?"

Owen had always been a humorous man, and I thought he was just messing around with me.

That was when the door to the room was pushed open, and 30 men walked in one after the other. A horrible feeling washed over me when I saw them. "W-Who are you? This is my home. Get out!"

I backed away from fear and grabbed Owen to ask him in a fluster, "What's going on, Owen? Who are they?!" I prayed fervently that Owen could explain the situation and tell me this was all a joke. I so desperately hoped he would pull out his gun to scare everyone out of here.

However, all he did was look at me coldly and smack my hand, which was tugging on his shirt, away from him. After that, he pushed me into the arms of the lecherous men. "Enjoy your night."

Owen turned to leave right after that.

Those men's disgusting hands groped every part of my body. I was consumed with great humiliation and fear. I screamed, "Owen! Please don't! I'm begging you, Owen!"

Fear and panic seemed to give me enough strength to fight those men off. I struggled my way out of their arms to lunge at the door.

"Keep them happy," Owen slammed the door behind him after giving me the order.

"No! Owen! You can't do this to me! Don't go! Come back!" I was crying as I tried to knock down the door. My hands grabbed the doorknob in a panic as I tried to escape, but numerous pairs of masculine hands grabbed me from behind.

They caught hold of me, and a man with a knife scar on his face pounced on me furiously. He flung me violently onto the bed. I cried and screamed while struggling. He slapped me hard from impatience. After that, he tied my hands to both corners of the bed.

"Shut up, you bitch!"

They gagged me and covered my eyes. I was unable to move or call for help. Just like that, I was dragged into the darkness by them.

…

I jerked up from bed, screaming. My back was covered in cold sweat as I sat in bed, panting from the fear.

"It's just a nightmare."

Fortunately, it was just a nightmare. Five million? Thirty men? Was I crazy? Owen would never do anything like that to me. He loved me so much. I let out a long sigh of relief and patted my chest to comfort myself from the scare.

That was when I heard a knock on the door.

"Emma, it's time to leave for the wedding. Owen is waiting for you."

Chapter 2

It was Sophia Colombo, my best friend, who was calling out to me. She was my bridesmaid for my wedding to Owen.

I must have been feeling a little anxious about the wedding, which was why I had that nightmare.

Owen was the Don of the Thorne family, after all. He had plenty of women by his side. As for me, I was just a former Principessa from the bankrupt Warwick family. He wanted me to feel secure about our relationship and promised me an unforgettable wedding.

He wanted me to be the world's happiest woman.

…

I held Owen's hand and walked to the priest. Our friends and family were there as witnesses with their blessings.

"Emma, are you willing to take Owen as your lawfully-wedded husband?"

Owen was holding up the ring box in front of me while looking deeply into my eyes. I felt like the luckiest woman in the world. I smiled and was about to say 'I do', a phrase I had been waiting a long time to say out loud, when my gaze suddenly met the eyes of a man past Owen's shoulders. He was seated right next to the stage when I looked at him in disbelief.

It was like my nightmare had appeared right before my eyes, and I suddenly found it difficult to breathe. It was him!

The man was wearing a black suit. He had harsh features but could still be considered very good-looking. There was an obvious scar on his face.

He looked just like the man who had lunged at me in my dreams.

No, I was right. It was him! I was so sure of it that fear started to engulf me. Was that really a dream? Why would the man I dreamed of appear here?

I was so scared that I started to tremble. Owen thought I was feeling nervous from the excitement, but the truth was that I was so scared, I wanted to escape right away.

My mind was in a mess, and I had no idea how I got through the ceremony. I kept focusing on the man with the scar on his face through the corners of my eyes.

After the ceremony, I saw the man suddenly standing up. He walked out to get on a call, and I followed him without thinking. This was too much of a coincidence, and I had to find out what was going on.

I followed the man as he stood outside the church. I could hear his conversation on the phone. "Hurry up and get here. The wedding has ended. That's five million well spent. She really is the most beautiful woman in Arenville. She's at least a D cup, and one look was enough to get me going.

"Owen must really need the money. I can't believe he's willing to put such a gorgeous specimen's virginity up for sale."

I stood stunned where I was. Five million? Virginity for sale? His words matched the line I heard in my dream exactly, and his malicious laughter sounded exactly like the one I heard in my dream. A chill ran down my spine.

I had to make a run for it! I covered my mouth and turned to leave.

I accidentally kicked the bin next to my foot and made a loud noise.

"Who is that?!" I heard the man's footsteps quickly approaching, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest from nervousness. If my dream were true, I could not let him discover me!

I turned frantically to run out of there. However, I suddenly remembered him saying that those people were about to arrive. I would be caught if I ran out.

There was no choice but to turn the other way and keep running up the stairs. I could hear the powerful steps behind me getting closer and closer. I was so scared that I ran out of the stairwell and into the church corridors.

I kept dashing forward without knowing which floor I was on. All I could do was knock on every door I saw.

"Is anyone in there? Open up! Please open up!" I knocked on several room doors, but no one answered. The rooms might be empty, or no one was willing to open their room doors for me.

That was until I crashed into a room door in a panic, and the door actually opened. I was so happy that I dashed into the room and closed the door behind me.

The door separated me from that man. I covered my mouth and hid behind the door until those frightening steps got farther and farther away and vanished. I was finally relieved.

I jumped when my phone suddenly rang. I looked at it and saw that the call was from Owen.

Chapter 3

The memory of that dream made me want to hang up, but my feelings for him surpassed the horror of the dream, and I decided to find out the truth from him. So, I picked up the call.

Owen's anxious voice was heard coming from the other end of the call. "Where are you, Emma? I can't find you anywhere."

I tried my best to suppress the fear in my heart and calmed myself down before finally replying, "Owen? I got a headache from all the people and noise, so I left to get some medicine."

"You left?!" Owen's pitch suddenly became high, and for the first time in my life, he questioned me in a panic, "Where are you? Tell me! Stay where you are and don't move. I'm coming over to pick you up!" He sounded like he was worried I would run off.

My heart sank. I could not help feeling suspicious and scared. I told him the name of a drugstore near the church before hanging up.

Almost immediately after I hung up, I heard a phone ringing in the corridor outside.

"What? She left? Why didn't you watch her properly? Get out there and drag her back here!" It was the voice of that man. He had not left!

I pushed my ear up against the door to listen carefully.

"If she escapes, Owen, I'll cut you to pieces tonight!" The man hung up immediately after threatening Owen viciously. He left the floor very quickly.

He must have really left this time, but I could not cheer up at all. The revelation of being betrayed by the man I loved almost had me breaking down. I could not believe that the ridiculous dream I had the night before was coming true.

Owen had sold my virginity to a bunch of men. It was true that he needed money, and it was true that I had been sold for five million to others, including the man with the scar on his face. All of it was true!

Owen was crazy! How could he sell me to 30 men? How could he do this to me and betray me when I loved him so much? I hated him as much as I loved him before. He deserved to be chopped into pieces.

I took a deep breath and tried my best to suppress my anger. It was more important for me to escape from this place than try to kill Owen. Owen and the man with the scar on his face would discover I had lied to them soon enough.

I had to escape this place before they returned and make sure they never catch me.

I struggled to help myself up by leaning against the door and reached out for the door handle. Right then, a chiseled arm came from behind me to grab my wrist. Fear engulfed me, and my heart skipped a beat. I could hardly breathe.

I jerked my head around to look and saw a tall, slender man standing against the light. He was wearing a pair of golden-rimmed glasses that looked good on his handsome face, but when he looked at me, I could see the excitement and taunting in his eyes.

"Where are you trying to run to, pretty little liar?"

There was someone in this room! A chill ran down my spine, and my blood froze. I bit his hand without hesitation, and he let go of me while shouting in pain.

I took the opportunity to pull my hand away and unlock the door to run out. However, before I could leave the room, the man's long arm clasped around my waist. A powerful force that I could not fight against pulled me off the ground.

The next second, I was flung violently onto the bed, and I saw black momentarily. The world spun around me as all that was left inside of me was endless panic.

The man closed the door and locked it. I looked at him cautiously as he smiled and slowly took off the coat of his suit. He removed his tie while staring at me with his sharp eyes. He did not bother to hide his gaze as he stared at my face and moved his eyes down to my chest, waist, and thighs.

He even took the time to admire my feet, which had become dirty after I lost my shoes while running away.

He approached me slowly and grabbed my calf with such force that I was unable to escape from his grip. "Peter was right. It's five million well spent."

The man laughed huskily as he suddenly reached out to violently force my legs apart as if he were inspecting his goods. He did not hesitate at all, and it felt like there was no way for me to resist it.

My body trembled slightly from the force of it as I was unprepared. Muffled moans escaped from my lips involuntarily. It did not take long for the man to start breathing heavily.

The eyes behind those glasses were filled with a strong desire to possess me. I was startled when I saw the huge bulge appear almost instantly in the area.

I quickly turned over in an attempt to escape, but he seemed to have anticipated my movement. He grabbed me by the throat the moment I tried to run.

"Don't move! If you're a good girl, I'll allow you to only sleep with me." He spoke calmly, but his tone was domineering. "But if you're disobedient, I'll have every last one of them take turns with you!"

Chapter 4

The man stared right at me with his cold eyes. My blood froze when I saw in his eyes that he wanted to plunder my innocent body. He was like an experienced and dangerous hunter, while I was the prey he had just captured. Any struggle against him was futile.

It scared me to even make any slight movements. If I angered him, he might not mind handing me over to the other predators and sharing me with them.

I remembered how I was groped and grabbed by numerous hands as those men surrounded and sexually assaulted me in that nightmare. They had their way with me until I finally vanished from the world.

I wanted to convince myself that it was nothing but a dream and that this was just a coincidence, but the truth before me told me that I was deceiving myself. If everything in the dream were to come true…

It frightened me so much that I felt weak all over and fell limply onto the bed. Even my breathing felt weak. My sudden act of docility might have pleased the man as he pressed onto me in a good mood and kissed me on the corner of my lips.

"Be good, Baby," he said huskily. "I won't hurt you if you're a good girl."

I trembled while forcing myself to think clearly as I questioned him, "Who exactly are all of you? Why are you treating me this way?"

"All of us? We're all just your husband's clients." When the man smiled, he looked like a polite gentleman with his golden-rimmed glasses on his face. However, the hand he placed between my legs treated me roughly.

It felt like he was getting impatient, which was why his fingers were particularly violent when they went in and out of me. They stirred so hard inside of me that I could hardly take it. I could not stop him from invading my body, and this made it even more imperative for me to escape.

I grabbed his arm and begged him, "How much did all of you pay Owen? Was it five million? I'll give you six million to let me go. Please!"

The man laughed and shook his head. "You're wrong, baby. It's not five million total. It's five million per person." He slowly removed the veil from my head. "Thirty of us paid a five-million fee each to take your virginity."

My eyes widened in shock as I saw the glint in his eyes. He carried me up from the bed and straddled me on his lap. "You need to pay us at least 150 million. Do you have that kind of money?"

No, I did not. I did not have that much money, but I refused to give up. I begged the man in front of me like the good girl he wanted me to be, "I'll give everything I have to you. You can have all of my money. Please let me go. Please?"

There was no way I could pay 30 men, but I could at least afford to pay the man in front of me first. I thought he would let me leave on account of the money, but he suddenly laughed. The man pinched my cheek and whispered into my ear, "But I don't lack five million, baby. Compared to five million, what I really want is you."

Why me? Why did he refuse to let me go? A look of despair appeared on my face. Was it really impossible for me to escape? I could not accept that! "Who exactly are you people? Tell me. I need to know the answer!"

The man was convinced that I had no way of escaping, which was why he did not mind revealing more information. "Have you heard of Vincent Corleone, baby? He's known as Don Corleone to the people of Socario. He's the Don who holds absolute power and has full control of this state."

His eyes narrowed behind his glasses. There was a tinge of respect in his amused tone. "We initially bought you as a special present for him as congratulations for becoming the new Don. After all, who wouldn't like such a beautiful bride like you?"

The man laughed softly. Then, there was a slight look of regret on his face. "Too bad Don Corleone believes in the ancient rules of Socario. He's fully focused on conducting those boring, legitimate businesses and has no interest in fun, hunting games like this. He left without even revealing himself."

He leaned in close to me and licked his lips greedily. "If Don Corleone doesn't appreciate this gift, the rest of us don't mind opening it up for him…"

The man tore the wedding gown off me right away, revealing my naked body in front of him. His hand was like a cold, venomous snake that groped every part of my body with a force that I was not able withstand.

He grabbed my leg the next second to lift it onto his shoulder. He lowered his head while pushing his pants halfway down his leg. I screamed when I felt his warm, throbbing rod push into my body. "No! Don't touch me!"

Chapter 5

I had been looking at a vase at the end of the bed. When the man lowered his head, I grabbed the vase and smashed it on his head with every ounce of strength I had.

He grunted and fell unconscious to the side with his head covered in blood.

I tried to calm myself down as I panted breathlessly while my heart beat wildly. I kicked the man to the side and made a run for it.

I quickly got out of bed, but my wedding gown had been torn to shreds. I could only pick up the man's coat to put on myself, despite it being barely enough to cover my body. After that, I ran out in a panic.

However, I had no idea where to run after I got out of the room. Everyone here wanted to catch me. What should I do? Oh, the police! I should call the police!

I found another room on the same floor and called the police right after I made sure no one else was in the room. The call was picked up very quickly.

"Officer, please help me! Come quickly to help me! I'm at St. Elias Church. My husband sold me to 30 men! Please save me. I'm hiding in a room at the end of the corridor on the tenth floor!"

I quickly described the situation to the police, believing they would arrive very soon. When the police arrived, I would be safe!

I obediently hid inside the room, feeling hopeful. I thought I might need to wait a while for the police to arrive, as the police station was some distance away. I was surprised to hear steady knocking on the door not long after.

A crisp male voice was heard next. "Open up, Ms. Warwick! It's the local police. We received your call, and we're here to provide backup. Please cooperate with us and open the door."

The police were here! How wonderful! I would finally be saved!

I was overjoyed as I lunged toward the door. Just as my fingers touched the ice-cold metallic door handle, a sudden chill gripped my heart. I paused. I had a feeling I had forgotten something.

My heart kept beating wildly while I frowned. It felt like my heart was frantically trying to remind me that I had forgotten something very important.

It was an indescribably horrible feeling that prompted me to stand on tiptoe and hold my breath while I slowly leaned forward to peek through the door's peephole.

Outside the door stood three men in police uniform. The policeman in the lead was a big, tall man. His broad shoulders were almost bursting through the shoulder lines of his uniform. His hard, bulging muscles looked menacing.

When my gaze swept across their faces, it felt like the blood in my body froze. I held my breath. I could hardly breathe at all.

It was them! That was right! I remembered them now. In my nightmare, three of those horrible 30 men were in police uniform! Three policemen had arrived right after I called the police. They were part of those 30 men!

I covered my mouth. My nails dug into my flesh, but I did not dare make a sound. I was trembling all over as I backed away step by step. Every step felt like I was walking on the tip of a blade. All I could do was stare at the thin door with fear.

Those people outside could barge through the door the very next second and drag me off to an endless hell.

They knocked on the door again, and it scared me so much that my heart almost stopped.

"Ms. Warwick, are you inside? Ms. Warwick! We're policemen here to help you. Why aren't you opening the door?" The people outside started to get impatient when no one answered the door.

"What's going on? Are you sure she's inside that room?"

"She said she was."

"Damn it! Could she have found out about us?"

"Who cares? Let's just knock the door down."

When I heard them plan to knock down the door, I quickly took action by looking around me. I immediately moved the wardrobe and chairs over to block the door.

The crash was deafening. The entire door became slightly crooked from the impact. The sight scared me tremendously as cold sweat covered my forehead. No! That door was not strong enough to stop them.

I had to escape. I had to find a way to leave this room right away! If they got through that door, there would be no way for me to escape.

The door started to move. I was in so much panic that I could not think. The door could not hold them off any longer. What should I do?

Chapter 6

I forced myself to calm down and quickly searched the room for any way to escape. My gaze finally fell on the small balcony, and I ran right toward it before the door was broken down.

When I saw the balcony next door was about six feet wide, I could not help but look down. I was on the tenth floor. It was really high, and it made me feel like I was looking down into an abyss. If I failed to jump onto the next balcony, my body would be crushed from the fall.

While my knees were going weak from fear, I heard the door behind me about to give up from all the crashing. They were about to get into the room. What should I do? Should I jump? I could not help but turn back to look at the dangerously flimsy door.

It did not take long for me to choose between getting caught by them and jumping onto the next balcony. The latter was the clear choice. I did not want to end up as I did in the nightmare, even if I had to risk death.

I took a deep breath and cautiously climbed up the rails. I clenched my teeth. Despite trembling from fear, I did not give up. It was not until I confirmed the distance from me one last time and determined where I should land that I stopped hesitating.

I leaped right toward the balcony next door.

The door broke open at the same time I successfully jumped onto the neighboring balcony. Even though it hurt when I fell, I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from making a sound.

"Find her!"

"Whoever finds her first will get the privilege of being the first man to have her."

"Hahaha! I can't wait to have a taste of that little bunny."

While the three men were searching for me in the room, I quietly opened the door of the room next to them and successfully made my escape. Wait, it was not a full escape.

As long as I was still inside the church, I had to keep hiding and finding ways to escape. There were people looking for me on every floor. Those men must have blocked all of the building's exits.

If I ran downstairs, I would fall into their hands. If I went upstairs, I might either fall to my death or get caught by them. Was there nowhere for me to escape?

I was filled with despair as I looked around me in desperation, trying to find anywhere I could hide. That was when I suddenly spotted a sign saying 'Do Not Enter' at the entrance to the top of the building. My mind cleared up instantly.

There was still one more place I could hide. It was the penthouse that no one dared set foot in. That was the top of the building.

When we decided to have the wedding at this church, the church steward had specifically instructed us not to enter the top floor, as that room belonged to a very important guest. He did not want anyone to enter that floor, even when the guest was not around.

I had no idea who the important guest was, but I had to take a chance. Those men might be wary about offending that guest too. As long as they did not search the top floor, I had a chance to get help from outside.

However, I had to first pray that the guest was not in the penthouse today. Otherwise, he might throw me out even if I managed to get in. I harbored hope as I snuck upstairs as silently as possible.

God must have taken pity on me because when I finally reached the top floor, a little surprise was waiting for me. The door to the penthouse was open. Not far away from the door was a cleaning cart.

The staff must have forgotten to close the door after they were done cleaning.

This was a good chance! I was elated. If I had been calm enough, I would have noticed something was not right. However, I was too happy to pay any attention.

My tense nerves finally relaxed, and I heaved a long sigh. My tears fell uncontrollably, but I quickly wiped them off. Thank God, I was finally saved!

I did not hesitate to sneak into the penthouse and close the door behind me.

"How are you?" A man's voice suddenly rang out from behind me.

My relaxed body instantly tensed up again. I found it difficult to breathe as I felt myself drowning in despair. I could not believe this!

It happened again… Was I going to end up in the hands of those men one more time? I did not dare to look behind me as I was afraid I would see another familiar face.

Who could it be? Who would the man behind me be this time?