On the day meant to celebrate me, my fiancé betrayed me by sending me into a hunter’s trap. He looked on from the rim of the pit as I suffered in silence. Seven days later, I escaped that nightmare alive, blood staining my clothes, and even agreed to let my sister take my engagement. He thought I had been broken into submission. What he never knew was that I had already bound myself to a devil. Then, on my wedding day, he lost control: “Jane, you can’t marry someone so beneath you!”