My Husband Auctioned Me on Wedding Night Novel – My husband auctioned off my virginity publicly. All because I told his first love we were getting married. He spiked me with sex pills and let his friends take turns with me. I managed to escape by stabbing myself. He had no idea I was the precious daughter of the CEO he’d been trying so hard to please. His days were numbered.
After the wedding, I found Brad Dunn in a private room at the restaurant with my phone in my hand. He was bargaining with his friends. “150,000 dollars for a night. Not a penny less!” “Come on, Brad. Even if Lara’s still a virgin, that’s way too much!” “Too much? I just married her, OK? You know what? I’m raising the price!” They burst into laughter. “Brad, it’s your wedding night, and you’re here drinking with us instead of being with Lara.
Aren’t you worried she might get upset?” “I wanna see her get upset. She deserved it. She deliberately flaunted it in front of Whitney. I was already down for not being able to marry the woman I love. But hey, I’ve got … these.” He took out a blister pack of white pills. “She’ll be so high, she won’t even know who’s touching her.” My phone slid to the floor, and tears followed. “Brad, that post you made about auctioning your wedding night? Must’ve got hundreds of likes, right?” Smiling complacently, Brad nodded and said, “Yeah, something like that.” “What if Lara sees it? Won’t she come after you?” Brad sneered, “Please.
I’ll just tell her I was joking. What’s she going to do? Throw a tantrum?” His friends clapped their hands together, fawning, “No wonder Lara chased after you for years. You’ve got serious charm, Brad. But what did she do to piss you off this much? You actually went and made a virginity auction post?” Brad raised an eyebrow as he was praised. “She showed off in front of Whitney. Not marrying Whitney is my biggest regret.
If I don’t teach her a lesson now, she’ll keep strutting around like she won something.” He looked down at his phone, scrolled for a bit, and then smirked. “Found it!” With this, he held up his phone. “Don’t tell me it’s not worth it. Look at her body-those curves! Still think she’s not worth 150,000 dollars?” His friends cheered and whistled lewdly. I wanted to rush inside to stop Brad from continuing, but my body trembled violently. My throat felt blocked, raw, and burning.
Brad and I had been engaged since we were little. Three years ago, when his family hit a financial crisis, he suddenly reappeared in my life. I fell for him at first sight and chased him hard. We got together quickly. He was so considerate. He always deboned fish for me, peeled shrimp for me, opened the car door for me, and ordered the food I liked… His thoughtfulness made everyone envy me.
Seeing how happy I was, doubled down on helping the Dunn family, expanding their reach in the semiconductor market, and landing them two major contracts. Meanwhile, the wedding became the next step. A month before the wedding, a woman named Whitney Bond suddenly came to our door, telling me she was Brad’s beloved. What did Brad do back then? He crouched down in front of me, his eyes filled with guilt and anxiety. “Lara, listen to me.
You’re the only one I love. Whitney is full of crap. Don’t fall for her lies. From now on, make sure she doesn’t know anything we do, or things will be so tricky.” I thought he was telling me the truth, that it was all Whitney’s wishful thinking. But… I posted a wedding photo on Instagram and forgot to block her. On that very night, she posted a video on Instagram, too. In the video, she was