I married a rich man to save my family, but on our wedding night, I didn’t get what was coming to me. He simply sat in the darkness and said:
“Go to sleep. I want to watch.” The way he said it made my hair stand on end… and the next morning, I understood that this marriage was all about money.
—Nothing’s going to happen tonight. Go to sleep.
My name is Nora Hale .
That night, I sat huddled on the edge of the bed wearing a pony dress that looked like armor, trembling so hard that my teeth were chattering.
I looked at the door as if it were a septexia about to be executed.
When it opened, he entered slowly, his gaze distant and distant, and the chair in his hand chilled my blood. He brought it closer, sat down, and watched me without blinking.
—I won’t. I just want to see you sleep.
I didn’t understand what that meant. Was he sick? Was he dangerous? Was it some kind of control?
But I was exhausted, and in the morning I still had to look “normal” in front of my father. I went to bed without even taking off my dress.
When I woke up, he was already gone.
