Chapter 2Sold to the Savage: The Runaway’s Return

On our wedding night, I was a nervous wreck. My body was unique. To the world, I was a monster.

But Silas... that first night, he stripped me down and stared at that part of me for a long time.

"D-don't... don't look." I bit my lip, tears falling like broken beads.

Silas’s large, rough hands forced my knees apart. His voice was hoarse. "Red as a peach." "It's pretty."

Suddenly, he looked up, his gaze fierce. "What are you crying for? I paid money for this. Serving me isn't a punishment."

I thought he saw me as a thing. So I felt aggrieved. But I also saw myself as a thing. So I didn't dare make a sound. I just endured it.