The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights novel Chapter 1

Halfway of my wedding, my sister Vivienne Lancaster suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me and started banging her head on the floor.

"Scarlett Lancaster, please give Thaddeus back to me. Just as you commanded, I had slept with those thirty thugs. Please, just let me go!"

My fiancé Thaddeus Blackwood completely lost it.

He canceled the wedding right there. Then Thaddeus had his guys throw me into "Velvet Nights" , the largest nightclub in New York, to "pay for what I'd done."

For two months, they forced me to service clients non-stop while beating me black and blue all over, even wrecked my legs on the bed.

After that, Thaddeus finally remembered me.

But I just kept my head down, numbly kneeling at his feet, skillfully took off my clothes...

When I limped out Velvet Nights, Thaddeus was already waiting outside.

My old enemy, Blake Morrison, stood there with his phone, livestreaming my pitiful state for everyone.

They wanted to see me humiliated, but there’s nothing left of my pride and confident.

"Scarlett, why are you just coming out now? Looks like you wanted to stay longer here. Do you want atone longer?"

Thaddeus paused, frowning with annoyance.

Hearing his familiar voice, I automatically knelt at Thaddeus's feet and began unbottoning my clothes.

During those two months, my room was filled with Thaddeus's photos. His cold voice played on repeat day and night. Meanwhile, different men took turns coming to fuck me.

Eventually, I'd start undressing when I heard Thaddeus's voice.

I was already used to it.

By the third button, Thaddeus suddenly slapped my hand away and gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Scarlett Lancaster, are you fucking insane?”

I flinched uncontrollably, remembering the thrash for disobedience. I moved closer to Thaddeus again with shaking voice.

"Please don't hit me. Please... I'll be good. You can do whatever you want... I was wrong. I shouldn't hurt anyone. I'm sorry..."