The Most Beautiful Bride of the Don

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!"