On our wedding night, my husband plotted to have me gang-raped by five men. At that wedding night, Felix Cruz was suddenly passionate. He was rough, wild, insatiable. I woke up sore and smiling, convinced that our new life together had begun. For ten years, I had loved him from a distance. Ten years of waiting, of hoping, of telling myself that one day he would see me. When he finally agreed to marry me, I thought it was because he had finally realized how much I loved him. I was wrong. Fifteen days later, I found out I was pregnant- its confirmed twins. I drove to the private club where he spent most of his evenings, my heart bursting with the news to share the joy. But at the door of the private room where he was laughing with his friends, I stopped. I heard Mina’s voice first — that syrupy, girlish lilt that made every man in his circle melt. “You guys are too much,” Mina Moore giggled. “I made a joke—whoever gets Zara pregnant on her wedding night gets a million dollars from Felix. And you actually went through with it? Five men, all night?” Laughter exploded around him. Male laughter. Five distinct voices. I couldn’t move. My blood turned to ice. Felix’s cold voice cut through: “Five of them took turns. If she still doesn’t get pregnant after that, I should ask for a refund.” “I heard virgins get pregnant easily,” one of them snickered. “That million is mine.” “The taste was amazing. We were so thorough that night. The baby is definitely mine.” “Please — I lasted the longest. If she’s carrying anyone’s, it’s mine.” Mina took a slow sip of her drink, her eyes flicking toward the door. Toward me. She knew I was there. “Stop fighting, boys. It’s not like any of you are short on cash.” One of Felix’s friends laughed. “Who needs the money? We just want to know who’s the best among us.” Mina turned her smile to Felix. “Would you be angry if she really got pregnant?” Felix shrugged. “Why would I be angry at a whore who spreads her legs for five men and moaned like she was enjoying it. She was disgusting that night. And she begged me for more.” They laughed again. “Besides —” he paused, “— you boys kept the HD footage, didn’t you? Something to revisit on a slow night.” The room erupted. “The princess of Kingsley, writhing underneath me— I’ll replay that till I’m old.” “She wouldn’t dare say anything. We were just following Felix’s orders.” Every word reached me through that gap in the door. My body was shaking. My lungs had forgotten how to expand. My vision tunneled to a single bright point — Mina’s face, watching me through the crack with the faintest curl of a smile. “Zara!” She waved me in, voice dripping with warmth. “When did you get here? You should have said something!” Felix glanced at me. No shame. No guilt. Just irritation. “We were just joking. Don’t take it seriously.” I looked around the room at the faces of the five men who had taken turns raping me on the night I thought I was becoming Felix’s wife. I gathered what was left of my voice. “What kind of joke involves *that*?” One of them walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. His eyes crawled over my body. His eyes traveled down my body with a familiarity that made my stomach lurch. “Don’t be mad, Zara. It was just a kidding.” Felix’s voice hardened. “That’s enough. Everyone’s watching.” Felix’s voice not at him. At me. I turned and walked out. The tears came before I reached the elevator. We were an arranged marriage — a business alliance between the Kingsley and Cruz families. But I had loved Felix Cruz since I was fifteen. Ten years of quiet, stubborn devotion before he finally agreed to the wedding. He hadn’t been moved by my love. He’d been moved by leverage. That night — our wedding night — the champagne had tasted slightly off. I’d drunk it without suspicion, because why would I suspect my own husband? I had been unconscious while they took turns. I had woken up with bruises and thought it was passion. I had tried so hard to please him. I had watched those stupid videos, learned those degrading positions, forced myself to be the woman I thought he wanted. And all of it—every humiliating second—was because Mina had made a bet with them. Back at the house, I found the camera first. High-definition. Hidden in the corner of the bedroom. I ripped it off the wall and smashed it. My tears wouldn’t stop. *I don’t deserve to be alive. I’m filthy. I’m disgusting.* Felix appeared in the doorway. “What are you doing? I told you, it was just a joke.” My voice cracked. “Then why did you put a hidden camera in our bedroom?” He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the shattered remains on the floor, and said without blinking: “That’s for your safety.” *My safety. Or your collection?* He took my cold hand. “You went to the hospital today. Where’s the test result? You’ve always wanted a baby. You should be happy.” My throat was scraped hollow. “You really want me to have your child? Felix — you haven’t touched me once since the wedding night.” He softened his voice. “I was worried you were too tired, Zara. You’re my wife. Do you think I would hurt you? And that night, I was so ‘hard’ that you couldn’t have been left unattended—how could you not be pregnant?” I pulled my hand back. But the ultrasound printout slipped from my bag and fluttered to the floor between us.
Felix picked up the ultrasound from the floor and glanced at it. A crease formed between his brows—then dissolved into something cold laugh. “Tomorrow I’m taking you to the hospital for a proper check. Twins in one go—impressive.” He locked me in the bedroom that night. I spent the night curled on the bed, my hand pressed to my still‑flat stomach, not sleeping. Just waiting. The next morning, before I’d even finished dressing, his driver was at the door. I was taken to the hospital like cargo. — There were five men were already waiting outside the entrance hospital. The moment I stepped out of the car, their eyes crawled over me—shameless, familiar, proprietary. Like men inspecting something they’d already used and were deciding whether to use again. Mina appeared at my side, looping her arm through mine with practiced sweetness. “Zara, you’re amazing. Twins! You’re amazing.” Felix pulled me behind him—not protectively. Possessively. “Enough. Let’s get this done.” We didn’t go to obstetrics. We went straight to the paternity testing center. Felix’s voice was clipped, commanding. “How soon can you run a paternity test?” A doctor in a white coat looked at the crowd of men trailing behind me and frowned, then back at Felix. His brow furrowed deeply. “She’s less than four weeks along. I strongly advise against any invasive procedure at this stage.” “And if I insist?” “Ten weeks minimum.” doctor’s tone was firm. “I won’t compromise patient safety.” Mina let out a theatrical sigh. “Three months? That’s so long. We came all this way for nothing.” I stood at the front of the group, surrounded by men who had violated me, and smiled with pale. “Do it,” Felix cut him off. His voice was flat, final. “I’m not leaving until I have results. And I want all five of my friends tested too.” The doctor stared at him. “Sir, this is a medical facility, not a drama place. I have ethical obligations I will not violate.” “I know what this is.” Felix pulled out his phone. “I’ll pay whatever it costs. Just run the tests.” Mina tilted her head, voice dripping with false concern. “But doctor, we need to find the real father. And with twins—isn’t there a chance they could have *different* fathers?” Behind me, the five men snickered. One of them spoke up, loud enough for the entire waiting room to hear. “Bro, the stakes just doubled. One thousand per kid—that’s two million now.” “Wedding night, five men and one bride. The groom was tired. We did all the work.” The waiting room had gone silent. Every pair of eyes turned toward me. I stood in front of them all, staring at the floor. My hands were shaking, but I didn’t let anyone see. A woman in the waiting area stared at me, then at the men, then at my stomach. Her face twisted with disgust. Then the crazy man appeared. He’d been sitting in the corner—unwashed, muttering to himself. Something about the commotion drew him up from his seat. He shuffled toward me, a Styrofoam container of soup clutched in one hand. Before I could react without warning, he threw a cup of hot chicken soup into my face. Hot broth soaked into my face and my collar and burned. “Dirty whore,” he spat. The words came out garbled, half-crazed. “You like being passed around? Disgusting bitch.” Pain seared across my skin. I gasped—and the tears came before I could stop them. Tears mixed with the soup. Felix flinched. For a moment, his hand reached toward me. Then Mina let out a cry and bolted for the exit, one hand pressed to her mouth as though *she* were the one who’d been hurt. He pulled his hand back. “I’ll explain later. Mina’s not stable right now.” He turned to the five men. “All of you, let’s go.” They left. All of them. Scrambling after Mina like loyal dogs, cooing reassurances at the woman who had orchestrated everything. I stood alone in the middle of the waiting room. Soup dripping from my hair. The skin beneath the broth was already blistering. No one helped. No one apologized. No one moved to help me. — I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and found the burn unit myself. The nurse on duty looked me up and down. Her lip curled. “Husband that handsome and you couldn’t keep your legs closed?” She dabbed antiseptic on my raw skin with unnecessary force. “Five men on your wedding night—honestly, they should’ve thrown holy water on you, not soup.” She pressied harder than necessary. I flinched. I asked for another nurse. “Can I have a different nurse?” “Different nurse?” She snorted. “Sweetheart, no one here wants to touch you.” I sat still. Let her finish. I didn’t cry again—because there was no point. Tears wouldn’t change anything. They never had. — By the time I walked out of the hospital, the sky was black. “Hey—how much for a night? I’ll pay. Come with me now.” I turned and saw the crazy man from earlier. He was following me—three steps behind, grinning with broken teeth. “Don’t run. You’re pregnant—I don’t mind. I’m not picky.” Ice flooded my veins. I turned and ran. I ran for my life, as if something savage were chasing me. My lungs burned. Behind me, his shuffling footsteps grew louder, then faded as I rounded a corner and threw myself into the back of a taxi. “Drive. Now.” The cab pulled away. I pressed myself against the door, shaking so violently my teeth clicked together. Even the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror felt wrong. I wrapped my arms around myself and stared at the floor until the car stopped. Back home, I leaned against the door and slid down to the floor, feeling like I had just escaped death. I was alive. I was home. For a moment, that felt like enough. Before I could catch my breath, I saw clothes scattered on the floor by the entryway—a jacket, underwear, torn stockings. And from behind the door, wave after wave of moaning, almost tearing me apart. The sounds of my husband fucking another woman in our bed.
I really broke down. Why was this happening to me? Through the crack in the door, I saw Mina give me a provocative look. They did it on purpose, just to disgust me. But I had no strength left to run. I don’t know how long it went on. The sounds. The moaning. Then Mina stood over me. She was covered in marks of intimacy, wearing my newest nightgown. “Zara, you want to compete with me? Take a look at yourself.” “You shamelessly threw yourself at Felix, and got gang-raped by five men on your own wedding night. Now you’re carrying their bastards. Are you happy? Next time, I’ll arrange ten for you.” Her face was a mask of jealousy, twisted and ugly. She bent down, seized my chin between her fingers. “Felix has never touched you. He married you only for the company. His body? His heart? They belong only to me.” Despair spread through my whole body. I looked at her and said sarcastically, “I stayed by him for ten years. You’re just a secretary who slept her way up.” Her expression snapped. That saccharine facade cracked wide open, replaced by something raw and venomous. “What are you so proud of? Tomorrow I’ll have Felix send you to a nightclub.” I slowly stood up and said calmly, “Mina, what do you really want? If you want my position, I’ll give it to you.” Mina was jealous to the point of madness. She grabbed my wrist. “Give? I will pull you down from that position myself.” She picked up a vase from nearby and smashed it on the floor, her eyes fierce. Then she picked up a piece of broken porcelain, cut her own cheek, and quickly shoved it into my hand. “Help! She’s trying to cut my face!” Mina shrieked, stumbling backward. “I just came to check on you, and you attacked me!” Then, louder: “We found a priest. He said your children will bring bad luck to Felix and kill him.” Felix appeared in the doorway within seconds. He took one look at Mina’s bleeding face, one look at the shard in my hand, and crossed the room in three strides. Mina sobbed against his chest. “I was only trying to help her. Why would she do this to me?” Felix stood in front of me, took the shard from my fingers, and dragged it across my cheek. One clean line. Just deep enough. “Now we’re even,” he said. It was always like this. Any scratch on Mina’s skin, and he’d carve the same wound into mine. “I didn’t do it—” Mina pressed closer to him, her voice trembling with calculated fragility. “Don’t be angry at her, Felix. I don’t mind being scarred. After all, she’s the Kingsley heiress…” He looked at me with eyes that could freeze marrow. Then he picked Mina up—bridal style—and turned to leave. As he passed me, he shoved me with his shoulder. Hard. I was already unsteady. My stomach hit the sharp corner of the coffee table. The teapot and cups crashed to the floor. I doubled over, arms wrapped around my abdomen, a scream trapped in my throat because the pain was too enormous for sound. “Zara, all these years—how did I never see what a hypocrite you are?” His voice came from above me, cold and final. “Mina is an innocent blank slate. Don’t hurt her.” I clutched my stomach. Sweat had soaked through my clothes. I forced words out through clenched teeth. “Felix—I didn’t do it. I would never—” “Enough! The priest told us your first pregnancy would kill me. Mina was looking out for me—for us. ” He carried Mina out of the room. As he passed, his heel came down on my foot—deliberately, grinding—before lifting away. “You’re quite the actress, Zara. Too bad there’s no audience tonight. Enjoy the solo performance.” Over Felix’s shoulder, Mina turned her head. And gave me a triumphant smile. — I bit down on the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper. *Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out. If you lose consciousness now, no one is coming.* Blood was pooling beneath me. My legs had no strength left. I couldn’t stand. So hands and knees across the cold marble floor, dragging my body toward the couch where I’d left my bag. Every inch sent white-hot agony ripping through my abdomen. My fingers found the zipper. Found my phone. I dialed the only number that mattered. I gasped the address between ragged breaths. “This is my location… please hurry…”
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