The Blind Little Husband Chapter 1

This was a world of beast-people.

Every beast-person, upon reaching adulthood, could choose their own beast slave.

The moment I entered the underground beast arena, a server rushed over to greet me.

"Welcome, miss! We just got fresh inventory today. Please, take a look—I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Enormous iron cages displaying beast slaves stood in the center of the main hall. My eyes immediately landed on the fox-type beast-person locked in the middle cage.

His face was flushed, his expression one of arousal. His exposed ears and tail had already shifted to their beast forms. He lay half-naked in the iron cage, the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye utterly captivating.

Malicious stares fell on him from all sides. Some of the bolder ones approached the cage and touched him suggestively.

That was Vincent—drugged, a lowly beast slave.

And in my previous life, one of the masterminds who'd hated me to the bone and orchestrated my brutal death.

Vincent was a fox clan bastard, the son of a mistress. When the fox clan patriarch's legitimate wife discovered his existence, she'd had him drugged and sold to the underground beast arena.

Tonight, all the beast slaves would be publicly auctioned. They'd either become servants or experimental subjects for the beast-person research institute.

And fox-type beast-people like Vincent, so enchanting and seductive, would only end up as playthings in people's hands.

In my previous life, I'd fallen for Vincent at first sight. Against everyone's opposition, I'd devoted myself to helping him rise from a lowly beast slave to become the respected heir of the fox clan.

But after achieving success and fame, he'd hated me to the core. He'd turned around and gotten involved with my mortal enemy, my cousin Charlotte.

Vincent had backstabbed me, drugged me, and sold me to the underground beast arena to be trampled by others. I'd died a miserable death in the end.

I still remembered—it was the day before I was supposed to inherit the Foster family company. Vincent had toasted me under the pretense of celebration.

One drink, and I'd lost consciousness. When I woke again, I was in an iron cage in the underground beast arena.

Vincent had drugged me and personally destroyed my face.

When I'd questioned him about his betrayal, his eyes had been cold as he looked at me, like I was something filthy.

"I never asked you to save me. If you hadn't forced me to be your beast slave, Charlotte and I would have been together long ago."

So my well-meaning rescue from that cage had only earned his resentment. He'd bitten the hand that fed him. How utterly ironic.

Vincent had thrown me into a pile of beast slaves in heat.

"Sophia Foster, you treated me like a lowly beast slave. Haven't you humiliated me enough? Now it's your turn to taste what I went through! When you're dead, no one will remember that shameful chapter of my past!"

As I fought desperately not to be violated and killed a beast slave trying to escape, Vincent had stabbed a knife straight into my heart.

Before I died, Charlotte had stood over me, laughing mockingly from her position of superiority.

"Sister, I bet you never imagined you'd die at the hands of a lowly beast slave? Animals are animals. Only someone like you would be kind enough to elevate an animal to a high position."

"But thanks to you, big sister, the Foster family and the title of Mrs. Vincent are now mine. I'll enjoy everything that should have been yours."

"As for Vincent, even though I find his past status distasteful, he's an obedient dog. I should thank you for everything Vincent has today."

In my previous life, I'd been a fool—trusting Vincent too much, being too soft-hearted toward Charlotte.

Now that I was back at the underground beast arena, I'd see what would happen to Vincent this time without my help!