Tristan Quartararo stared intently at Sophia Walters, who had just become his wife a few hours ago. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her sobbing on the bed with an almost innocent body.

At first, everything seemed perfect. Tristan and Sophia had captured the public's attention with their spectacular appearance. Many guests from various circles and social strata attended the lavish reception that had just been held. Not a few media crews from multiple news portals covered this sacred moment.

However, that happiness didn't last long. The beautiful wedding that had just passed suddenly turned into a disaster. Upon entering the bridal chamber, Tristan, initially warm and loving, unexpectedly turned cold as ice.

Tristan didn't hesitate to intimidate his wife. He kept moving forward, approaching as if ready to pounce on Sophia, who was nearly defenseless because she was overcome by fear.

"For God's sake, Tristan, stop your madness. Please don't come any closer! You've hurt me," Sophia sobbed. She held the gray blanket tightly to avoid it falling off her body. At the same time, Tristan seemed the least bit concerned. He quickly removed his coat and shirt without diverting his ocean-blue eyes from the target he had been aiming for.

Slowly but surely, Tristan crawled up onto the bed. When Sophia was preparing to run, he quickly blocked her, pulling her back and locking her slender body until she lay helpless.

"Where are you going, my love?" Tristan's question made Sophia shudder even more in fear. Her heart raced, giving her a feeling of infinite horror.

"I won't let you run from my side, Sophia. Never!"

Sophia shook her head several times. She tried her best to get out of Tristan's strong grip, but it was useless. Her efforts bore no fruit. Yes, Sophia was powerless. Even when Tristan gripped her hands tightly, she couldn't do anything but resign herself and burst into tears.

"Please, let me go," she pleaded.

She couldn't hold back the tears rolling down her smooth cheeks. How could she? The man she thought was gentle had transformed into a monster, completely different from the one she had known.

"Tristan Quartararo, please let me get out of here. What did I do wrong to make you treat me like this? You hurt me!"

Tristan kept his sharp grin on. Tears didn't touch his heart, let alone Sophia's plea. The flames of vengeance already clouded his mind, which could only be extinguished if he carried out his long-held plans.

"No need to know what you did wrong. Just know that I will never let you go!" The man smiled mockingly. "You must remember carefully and plant these words in your brain. Sophia Walters belongs only to Tristan Quartararo. From now on, you are a wife who must be ready to serve and be tortured by me at any time. No other man is allowed to glance, stare, or touch you besides me, not even Edward Oliviera."

"You really are a bastard!" Sophia screeched angrily. Her face turned bright red from humiliation. "You must have set me up on purpose! There must be a reason for you to do this to me. We just got married a few hours ago, and now? You've hurt me, Tristan!"

"Oh, Sophia. You think I care about your babbling?" Tristan smirked slyly. Leaning in, he whispered, "I will not stop until I achieve what I've set out to do. I will not stop until your whole family suffers."

The next moment, Tristan tore off Sophia's dress, leaving her completely vulnerable. He began to kiss and touch every inch of her body roughly, showing no mercy. Sophia could only sob and lament the terrible fate that had befallen her.

After successfully tormenting and taking Sophia's virginity, Tristan intended to leave her. However, before leaving, he approached his wife again, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead and stroking her hair gently. Then, unexpectedly, he pulled her hair roughly and whispered threatening words.

"This is just the beginning, my love. I swear I'll make sure your days after this are more miserable than hell."