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After the Vows Burned

Trapped in a marriage defined by forced intimacy and constant surveillance, the protagonist of After the Vows Burned lives a nightmare under her husband's obsessive control. Everything shatters at an art exhibition where her private trauma is displayed as public spectacle. Her husband, seeking revenge for a past auction dispute involving his young intern, demands she bid on 520 pieces of her own disgrace. This billionaire romance turns into a dark mystery of betrayal and survival.
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Chapter 3

Tiara held his hand. Only then did his gaze soften a little.

He clearly cared more about her. To avenge the humiliation she had suffered years ago, he had spent two entire years planning all of this just to make me pay a thousandfold.

He had won, completely.

I had finally been hurt enough.

My fingers clenched so tightly they shook. I refused to look at him again.

Disgusting comments kept flooding my ears.

“Damn! I love girls who get all slutty after drinking. Ms. Jackson, I’ll bid ten million for you. One night with me wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?”

“You actually think you can sleep with her? If it’s real, I’ll join the bid with eleven million!”

My hand trembled as I raised my bidding paddle. “I’m going to buy it out.”

Everyone looked at me.

The host sneered. “Ms. Jackson, you’re sure you want to buy it out? There are over five hundred paintings left.”

I slumped back into my seat. “I’m sure.”

“What a pity. I really like pool play.”

“What are you scared of? The others might be even more exciting. Don’t forget that there are over five hundred paintings. Her money won’t last long.”

The host struck the gavel. “Congratulations to Ms. Jackson for buying it out. You will receive the full set of videos, animation clips, and the original swimsuit.”

Cold sweat covered my forehead. I gripped the paddle so tightly my fingertips turned pale.

My thoughts felt hazy as I sat there.

The second piece was immediately brought up. The host announced, “This one is titled ‘First Night’ and has a starting bid of five million.”

The crowd was instantly thrown into an uproar.

“Ms. Jackson was still a virgin when she married Mr. Fuller? I have to get the video of her losing her virginity. Eight million!”

“So all the exciting tendencies she has now was because of Mr. Fuller’s training? Incredible! Eight and a half million!”

The man beside me boldly reached for my leg.

“Ms. Jackson, spend a night with me and I’ll pay to buy this one out.”

I slapped his hand away, my voice cold as ice. “Get lost.”

He scoffed, expression turning vicious.

“Playing innocent now? Aren’t you usually this cheap? Nine million!”

“Eleven million!”

“I’ll buy it out!” I gritted out the words, sweat dampening my palms.

The host glanced at me. “Ms. Jackson, based on your verified assets, you only have thirty million left. You need fifty million to buy this one out.”

My face turned ashen, but I still said, “I’ll buy it out.”

The host laughed disdainfully. “You don’t have enough money.”

I looked at Matthew.

He was already looking at me, yet he didn’t intend to help. Instead, he smirked.

“Why are you looking at me?

“I don’t have a hobby of collecting these things. If you can’t buy it out, then the highest bidder wins.”

Then, Tiara said sweetly, clinging to his arm, “How about I buy this one out on my sister’s behalf?

“Even though we have different mothers, we’re still blood-related sisters.”

A flicker of care flashed in Matthew’s eyes, but the moment he looked back at me, that caring look turned into even deeper hatred.

Everyone in the room was shocked.

“Sisters? That’s huge news!”

“Wow! Mr. Fuller had both sisters to himself?”

Tiara explained in a soft, pitiful voice, “My parents were each other’s first loves. It was Raquel’s mother who stole my father away, breaking them apart. That’s why my mom and I had to live in the countryside. If it weren’t for Mr. Fuller’s support, I wouldn’t have the life I have now.”

Men always fell for this kind of sweet, innocent act. One sentence, zero logic, and they believed every word.

“Tiara really is the better one. She is innocent and kind, not like certain people who inherited all those bad traits…”

A flash of smug satisfaction crossed Tiara’s lips as she looked at me.

“As your little sister, I can only help you once.”