The Most Beautiful Bride of the Don

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."