Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Do you, Allan Bryan, take Naomi Redfield to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do." The priest was given a chilly response from the man when he was asked this question. His tone of answer hit her like a bucket of ice water.

"Naomi Redfield, do you take Allan Bryan as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I…." Her lips were shaking so badly, and she felt herself becoming lightheaded. She shuddered in apprehension as the people seated on the expensive chairs behind her bore their gazes into her back. She would be in a lot of trouble if she did anything that made each of them unhappy.

The Bryan family held her like a bird in the cage.

"I… I do." Her gentle voice declared, however, her response reverberated across the enormous reception hall. It further tore apart the cracks that appeared in her heart.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife by the authority that has been bestowed upon me. You can now kiss your bride."

Allan drew Naomi in closer, until their faces were only a few centimeters apart, but Naomi breathed heavily, her anxiety coming into play. His eyes were red with rage and frustration, and she could see it in his face. He had no interest in her at all. He had never had one in the past, now will he ever have an interest in the future.

"On the day of your wedding, you should avoid expressing yourself in such a way. The guests will probably imagine that we are mistreating you in some way. You certainly don't want them to form such an opinion about both of us, do you?" Allen spoke softly into Naomi's ear.

Right now, they looked like couples whispering sweet nothings to each other.

She became more rigid, but the expression on her face gradually became less tense. Then she gave a reassuring grin as they inched closer to one another and, at last, their lips made contact with one another.

The newlyweds were met with applause and cheers as they made their way into the lobby. Nonetheless, this day marked the beginning of everything. The beginning of Naomi's suffering.

Three Years and Ten Months Later.

Naomi stood in front of the mirror, a blank look on her face.

It's been either three or four years since this happened. A total of almost four years spent incarcerated in this devilish dungeon. There is no way out, and there is no opportunity for isolation.

She let out a long sigh as she gingerly put on her garments. Although it was undoubtedly excruciating, she prevailed. As she had finally finished donning her ragged gown, her husband entered the room wearing nothing above the waist except a towel.

"Are you still here?" Allen asked. The water that had been dripping from his hair eventually landed on the carpet. He had only recently emerged from the bathroom after his shower.

"I truly apologise." Before leaving the room, Naomi bowed. Who cared that her back hurt, that her thighs hurt, that her heart and soul were likewise aching and tired? Who cared about any of that? No one does. Hence, she must go through it all by herself.

As they watched Naomi walk through the hallway, the manor servants couldn't help but laugh.

They talked among themselves about how she had descended from the position of the Eldest wife to that of a mere sex slave.

They were correct in their assessment, given that Naomi is nothing more than a sex slave in the house and for the husband that she got married to.

Three years ago, Naomi had already developed the ability to ignore the words spoken by the servants and pretend not to care about it. Even though she is the eldest wife, she has no influence over any of the other wives nor the servants, not even the lowest of them.

Naomi made her way cautiously down the stairs to the basement, which was the location of her room. There is nothing she can do to change the fact that she had ownership of the most concealed and shadowy portion of the mansion. Even the servants sleep in better rooms than her.

"Ahem! Ahem!" Naomi had a strong hacking cough. As the powerful cough rocked her entire body, she bent over in anguish and froze in place.

She was frail, lacking in size, and starving. She leaned on the wall to support her back before lowering herself down to the ground in a sluggish manner.

The sound of her stomach rumbling could be heard throughout the entire room, yet nobody paid any attention to it. It is too early for food right now.

Then, all of a sudden, she heard footsteps and someone was pounding on the door. That was a first for her. In the normal course of events, they would simply storm into the room and drag Naomi out.

"You are needed by Madam right now. She is waiting for you in the sitting room." A man's voice could be heard calling out. Naomi immediately recognized it as the voice of the butler.

"I'll be there as soon as possible." Naomi replied. She got to her feet and move hurriedly toward the living room. Because she was hungry and weak, her steps were significantly more languid and slow, so the Madam waited a few more minutes for her to arrive at her destination.

"You must have grown wings right? How could you have me wait around for you for such a long time? Do you think you are a significant person now that I have been lenient with you for a while?" Naomi hadn't even come to a complete halt in front of her when the woman who was in front of her pushed her backwards and caused her to fall on the ground.

Naomi moaned in discomfort as she noticed that she was beginning to sweat around her forehead. Her thoughts were racing in circles. It even appeared like she was bleeding.

"Mum, you need to take extra precautions to ensure that you do not hurt yourself." Allen spoke, but he did not get up from where he was sitting.

How is it that he only cared about his mother and not the person that is bleeding?

Naomi hadn't noticed that he was sitting there, but as she turned around to look, she saw that there was a woman sitting next to him. Actually, she was sitting on his lap at the time.

Their hands were intertwined, his around her waist and hers around his neck. He looked at her with a warm smile on his face as he continued to stare at her.

Naomi bit her lips so hard that they began to bleed, but she eventually let go of them even though they were bleeding. Since she did not anticipate receiving anything other than suffering from him, it is unclear why she is becoming irate.

"I'm getting married." Allen suddenly announced.