CHAPTER 1

Sophie's POV

I smoothed out a crinkle in the long white gown, making sure everything was perfect. “There we go,” my mama smiles at me as she comes into the room where I've been alone for twenty minutes. Her blue eyes shine with admiration for me. “You did well, Sophie.”

“Thank you Mama,” I plastered a fake smile on my face too. After all, I was doing the whole family a favour.

“Your papa sends his apologies,”she tells me, adjusting the large veil covering my face. “He couldn't make it.”

Tears stung my eyes again. “Well, good thing he isn't here, afterall I am paying for his debts.”

My mother, Sarah Martinez, a proud woman, grabbed my chin through the veil. “Listen Sophie, we are lucky this is all they asked from your papa. It could be worse.”

I wished it was worse, I wish they would kill him. How foolish could you be to gamble away all our fortune and owe the Kane family? Everyone in the city feared them, they were living legends, their grandfather had formed a coalition so strong, they ruled the country. 

Now, I had to marry the heir.

I wiped the tests that had fallen on my face, prepared for the worse of a terrible day. I would get married to the Kane heir and do my duty, hopefully, my husband would be a kind man.

The wedding went off to a great start, Adrian Kane, the heir to the Kane enterprises, quarterback of Kane City Bulls, named the most talented man by the press and all the raucous magazines I got my hand on the day I found out I would be getting married to him, was a regal, royal looking man. With his sharp chiseled jaw, his striking gaze and brown hair and a height of over 6 feet, it was easy to see why he rose quickly to becoming his father's second in command.

He barely spoke to me, barely looked at me even during the wedding. I didn't mind it, I mumbled greetings to family and friends that came to wish us a happy life, and took notice of the men standing guard at the entrances to the wedding venue.

The drive to the Kane Mansion was even more quiet. My heart beat so loudly, I feared he might hear it. “Lovely weather, isn't it?” I croaked out. He ignored me, fixated on his mobile device. I shrugged and looked at the road. He could be quiet for all I cared.

“Welcome, Mr. Kane,” a man opened the car door, bowing so low, I almost feared his head would touch the ground. “William,” Adrian replied, nodding his head in greeting back. “This is my wife.”

The man—the butler, I presumed—glanced at me. “A honour, ma'am.”

“Thank you,” I said, gathering the large train of my gown so I could climb the numerous stairs into the house. I followed Adrian closely, not wanting to get lost in this big house. It could easily fit in my papa's house and there would be extra for a playground. “You would be shown around the grounds soon,” Adrian said. We came to a door which he opened, directing me to go inside.

“This is your toon, well, our room.” 

The bedroom was like an old Victorian room, with floor to ceiling windows, a king sized bed in the middle, cushioned by a frame that was obviously a vintage piece. The floors were covered with a soft rug, and I ached to take my shoes off. “It is beautiful,”I whispered, walking into the closet. It was big enough for both of us, and my bags were already delivered here. 

I came out of the closet. Adrian was facing one of the windows, the red velvet curtains drawn. I took off my veil and laid it on the bed. “Do you want to talk?” I asked hesitantly. We were just married and he didn't seem too interested in me.

“Not really. Take off your gown. Lay it under you, we need to consummate this marriage.” He commanded.

Fear crept up my body. Mama had told me about this, the dealings between a man and a woman. I watched p**n also, but tonight, I would finally feel a man between my thighs.

My gown was laced at the back and I struggled a bit with it. After twenty minutes, I got it off, and spread it on the bed. “Why must the gown be involved?” I asked curiously.

“Your papa's debt was to be repaid with a virgin,”he said coldly. “If you are not one, you and your family would be killed.”

I gasped. “Surely, that's a joke?” Adrian turned around, “Do I look like I play jokes? Lay down and spread your legs.”

I had always wished my first time would be with someone I loved dearly. My ex boyfriend, Mario, had begged me to have sex with him but I refused. Now, my family's life hangs on me being pure.

I was in a white high push up bra, a thing and garters. It was meant to make me look pure and sexy for him, something to give me power. All I felt was sadness as I spread my legs open. 

Adrian came close to the edge of the bed, staring down at my body. “Panties,” he said. I lifted myself slightly, pulling the thing down my body.

I watched him take off his shirt and singlet, a tattoo on his shoulder. He climbed me roughly, spreading my legs even wider. Tears almost fell down, but I was determined to go through this.

“Ugh,” I cried out as he bit my breasts roughly between his teeth. He fumbled a bit with his belt and suddenly, I felt something prod at my entrance.

“Wait, please,” I begged in fear. He didn't listen to me. Suddenly, I felt a sharp stab and I cried out in pain, the tears finally falling down my cheeks. He didn't look at me or stop while I cried in pain.

The feeling of his cock inside me, moving back and forth, the grunts of pleasure that fell from his lips. I closed my eyes tightly, making sure I don't make a single sound.

“Ugh, fuck, Ugh,” he grunted, moving in and out of my body. He put his hands beneath me, lifting me higher to meet his dick. “Thank fuck, you are tight.”he grunted.

I was motionless, surrendering to the pain of being used by this man.  After what seemed like forever, he let out a guttural sound.

Adrian moved out of me and looked down. “Virgin. Good” He turned around and left, leaving me in the bed.

I looked down between my legs, staring in shock at the blood there. It was so much. I heard water running, he was taking a shower. I couldn't move yet, my legs locked in pain.

After a while, Adrian came out of the bathroom. He glanced at me briefly, then left, slamming the door behind me. I cried harder at that, my first time being intimate, I was treated lower than a common whore.

“Okay,Sophie,” I said loudly, “Get up.” I managed to stand, wincing from the pain. I gathered the wedding dress, stained with my blood and threw it into the closet. He could take care of it. As I walked back into the room, I noticed something from the corner of my eye.

There was a building opposite our house, with a room facing ours directly. A single lamp lit up the room, casting dark shadows across it.

One shadow stood close to the window, holding a pair of binoculars facing directly into our room.