Chapter 17

• Mey's POV
• You'd think the second time you're sold as a bride, it would hurt less. But standing here, remembering how Justin broke me for three years, knowing Lucas owns me now - it still feels like drowning. One night of passion doesn't change the fact that I'm still just property being passed between powerful men.
• I sat at the edge of the bed, the smooth fabric of my bridal gown stroking across my legs. In the faint light, the white material sparkled with small gold flecks. It was gorgeous and elegant—just as I had dreamed as a child—but nothing about it felt true. I felt confined as if I were playing someone else's game.