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."

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."

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.

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!"