It was pitch-black in the room.
Violet Fross lay on the bed with fear. She felt it hard to move her body as if someone cast a spell on her.
It was her engagement night, and the fiancé was an old man!
When Violet heard the sound of the door opening, she was so scared that she closed her eyes. She was scared of what would happen next and the man who walked in.
Rumor had it that Jerold Chambers was a Quasimodo. He was cranky, he was fierce, and he was dysfunctional in sex. That man had no female around him.
Plenty of people in the city coveted the property of the Chambers family's, but basically, no one dared to have their daughter marry Jerold.
Yup, just basically. The Forss family did. They needed money.
Their family business, Fross Group, met a crisis, and Violet's father, Barlow Fross, borrowed money from a lender. It was the due date, but they didn't have the money. The lender said they could pay with money or pay with Barlow's life.
Barlow thought about it and used his daughter as the repayment. Well, Violet was not the favored one anyway.
The lender agreed and said he wanted to check the "good" that night.
The good was her body, and what needed to be checked was her virginity. It was a good deal, though. Jerold needed her body, and Violet needed his money.
Violet had thought about it. Jerold should be in his 40s, unmarried. If it weren't for his impotence, it must be his peculiarity in sex.
Maybe he was into rough sex or choking games?
Violet turned even more shaky when she thought of those spicy games.
The man lifted her blanket and grazed her thigh. Violet could totally feel his finger wandering on her. His touch brought a shiver down her spine, and his breath in the silent room was like a demon's whisper.
"Arrr..." Violet screamed.
Obviously, the cold graze and the hot breath scared the girl.
The demon paused for a moment and then spoke, "Scared of me, huh?"
His voice was super deep, and Violet was hell antsy. She couldn't tell if his voice was mellow, but she could tell the speaker was not in a very good mood.
She sensed his vibe. And his vibe told her the man sulked.
Violet stifled all her fear and stammered, "Kinda... of, but I can... manage it." She had to. Her father needed her to do that for the Fross family.
"I can turn on the light if you want it. Maybe you'll feel safer when the light is on."
The man sounded like a gentleman. He was not ordering but suggesting.
The man raised his hand and tried to find the switch on the wall. Yet Violet caught his hand.
"Don't..."
she said in a trembling tone, as if pleading.
Violet didn't want him to turn the light on at all. People said Joey C looked even worse than Quasimodo.
She didn't want to pass out in shock. It would be too rude, then.
Violet couldn't let him turn the light on!
Jerold turned silent for a moment. He seemed to have realized something.
He withdrew his hand and caressed her cheek. Violet wanted to dodge, but she was not really that brave.
"Sir... it'll be my first night. Can you please go easy on me?"
She said as her heart was beating out of her chest.
He started from her eyebrow, her nose, her lips, her neck, and her collarbone...
The next part should be what was under her bra.
Violet froze. She even forgot how to breathe. She grasped the sheets tight as her last boundary.
Technically, Jerold knew her fear well. Instead of comforting her, he preferred to crush her boundary inch by inch.
"Do you know why you're here tonight?"
"I do... I'm here because I'm yours from now on."
"Good. Be aware. You need money, and I need a wife. That is why we're here," Jerold said as he grazed her fair skin.
Violet had never been in such a situation before. She was hell embarrassed, and her fluster could be described as severe.
She didn't want to be with that stranger at all, but nobody cared about it. The man would soon take her body, and she would soon become his wife.
He was more than 40 years old, while she was merely 18...
It sounded like a dark joke!
However, it was not a joke but her fate...
At this moment, Violet didn't actually have time to think about how unfair life was. Because his hand on her engrossed her more than fate...
