Genesis Caldwell has spent her life as a prisoner in her own home, treated like a servant by her cruel stepmother and stepbrothers who have crossed every boundary imaginable. Left with deep scars from their abuse, Genesis has become a selective mute, unable to speak due to the severe trauma she carries. Just when she thinks her life couldn’t get worse, she’s thrust into an arranged marriage with Kier Blackwood—ruthless billionaire in the boardroom, cold-blooded Casanova everywhere else. With his wealth and power, Kier could have any woman he wants, but love has never been on the table. He takes what he pleases and discards the rest without a second thought. To him, their marriage is just another transaction. To Genesis, it’s a chance at escape. But as their worlds collide, she begins to realize that behind Kier’s indifferent facade lies something far more dangerous, a man who could shatter her last defenses and make her feel again.
Lihat lebih banyakGENESIS
“Wake up, you little freak.” That was my morning greeting before a bucket of freezing water drenched me, soaking my thin bedding and making me shiver uncontrollably. “What do you think you’re doing, sleeping this late? Do you think you’re royalty while we serve you?” Mark, my stepbrother, sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. Before I could fully wipe the water off my face, he kicked my bed, sending me tumbling to the floor with a painful thud. My jaw slammed against the wooden boards, sending a jolt of pain through my skull. But I knew better than to stay down. If I valued my life, I had to get up, quickly. Without a second thought, I pushed myself off the ground, ignoring the ache in my jaw as I stood upright. My shoulders instinctively hunched as I faced them, bracing myself for whatever came next. Mark was bad enough, but Jimmy, the older of my stepbrothers, was far worse. His cruelty wasn’t just physical, it was insidious, calculated. Jimmy stepped forward, and I stiffened, my stomach knotting with dread. He reached out, tucking a strand of my wet hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering far too long. My skin crawled at his touch, but I forced myself to stand still. Tears stung the back of my eyes, but I didn’t dare let them fall. “Mother wants to see you,” Jimmy said, his tone deceptively soft. He didn’t pull his hand away, his fingers brushing against my cheek in a way that made my heart race with panic. “And don’t keep her waiting,” he added, his voice dropping an octave, a warning I knew not to ignore. I flinched back, slipping out of his reach as quickly as I could. The tears escaped despite my efforts, but I wiped them away furiously before descending the stairs. Monica couldn’t see them, not her. When I entered the kitchen, I froze in the doorway. Monica, my stepmother, sat on a stool, a glass of something amber in her hand. Even from across the room, I could smell the alcohol. Her sharp eyes were fixed on a stack of papers in front of her, but the moment she noticed me, she sneered. “What are you standing there for like a useless statue? Get over here,” she snapped. Startled, I nodded and stepped forward, keeping my eyes on the ground. “Pathetic,” she muttered as her gaze swept over me. “You look like something the cat dragged in. Your father must’ve been blind to leave someone like you in my care.” My head snapped up at her words. My father hadn’t left me with her because he didn’t want me. He was taken away from me. But Monica wasn’t finished. She rose from her stool, circling me like a predator sizing up its prey. “You’re nothing but a burden. A filthy, good-for-nothing little freak. If I had my way, you’d be out on the streets where you belong.” Her words cut deep, but I bit my lip and stayed silent. Any response would only make things worse. Not that I could even speak. “You’ll scrub this kitchen from top to bottom,” she ordered, shoving me toward the sink. “And when you’re done, you’ll serve dinner tonight. Try not to embarrass me, though I doubt you’re capable of anything else.” Her hand shot out suddenly, pushing me hard enough that I stumbled into the counter. The pain in my ribs flared, but I caught myself before I fell. Monica’s cruel laughter rang in my ears as she returned to her papers. “Get to work. You’re lucky to even be under this roof.” I turned away, gripping the edge of the counter tightly as the tears threatened to fall again. But I wouldn't cry, not where she could see them. Not where any of them could see them. It will be over soon. Just a year, I just need to get it and I'll leave. **** I found myself in my room at the end of a long day, every inch of my body aching as if I had been repeatedly slammed against a wall. The pain was relentless, and I had no medicine to ease it. Asking Monica for help would only lead to her typical response. “I provide you with food, clothes, and a roof over your head, yet it’s still not enough for you. You want money for your filthy ailments? Just stay away so you don’t pass anything on to me,” she would say without fail, making it clear that there was no point in asking. Yet, amidst the discomfort, I felt a small sense of relief, I had managed to eat. Dinner was a bit different today. The usual shouting echoed around the house, but I was allowed to eat in my room instead of the dining area. Honestly, I doubted I could have kept any food down if I had to sit with them. Once my meal settled, I pulled out a book I had borrowed from the library without my stepmother’s consent and began to read silently. Some of the larger words tripped me up, but I was determined to make sense of it. As I immersed myself in the pages, I didn’t notice when he entered my room. I was so focused on reading that I didn’t feel the shift in the atmosphere until I sensed his presence. I looked up to see Jimmy leaning against the door, a smirk playing on his lips, his gaze filled with a familiar hunger. In a panic, I tossed the book aside and shook my head as he approached. Just then, the doorbell rang, but it didn’t deter him. I stood up and tried to signal that I needed to answer the door. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his hand snaking around my waist. Tears I had been holding back spilled down my cheeks as he pushed me onto the bed. I attempted to escape, but he yanked me back by my hair, and I felt some strands tear away from the force. He chuckled as he ripped the delicate fabric from my shirt, revealing my breast to him. “Looks like someone’s in a Feisty mood today,” he remarked, his hand starting to glide toward my core. But just as things were about to escalate, a furious shout echoed from downstairs. “GENESIS,” Monica yelled suddenly, her voice filled with rage, causing Jimmy to leap off me as if I were on fire. My body trembled, not just from what almost transpired, but from the anticipation of what awaited me downstairs.KIERI leaned against the wall, a smirk on my lips, amused as I watched my wife’s eyes dart around, searching for her panties. She must have forgotten I had taken them.It was mine now, though.“Looking for something?” I asked, and she turned around, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She could barely look me in the eye.“What are you looking for?” I asked again, and her blush deepened. She pointed to her middle, silently telling me it was her panties.I faked a gasp. “Did my wife just lose her panties in a public bathroom?” I pushed off from the wall, moving closer to her. She pointed at her legs, then at me, and then at the air—meaning she took them off, I took them, and must have thrown them somewhere. Now they were lost, and the frustration on her face was palpable.But I just kept smiling.“Do you know how embarrassing this is?” I teased. “What if someone finds your panties... and then sniffs them?” As I spoke, her head snapped up in horror, and I nodded, loving the reaction.
GENESISTears streamed down my face. My butt was on fire—stinging from his punishment—but it wasn’t just pain coursing through me. Pleasure crept in, twisted and sharp. My body trembled, and between my legs… I was soaked. I could feel it dripping down my thigh.Why?He was hurting me. Punishing me.So why did it feel good?Why was I arching my back and pushing my ass out more?My mouth fell open, forehead pressed against the wall, as I felt him shove two thick fingers inside me.“You’re so wet,” he rasped, voice low and husky, the kind that raked over skin like velvet and smoke. “So warm. I just want to sink inside you.”He drove his fingers deeper, pressing against the spot I privately called my sweet spot—the one he always found. The one that made me unravel when he kept hitting it over and over again, like he was doing now.His fingers thrust in fast, merciless. The sounds—obscene. Wet. Sloppy. Loud enough to echo.“I only spanked you, and you’re already dripping,” he said with a m
KIERI saw red the moment his filthy lips touched my wife's hand. And not just a fleeting brush, no, he had the audacity to linger. His mouth stayed there a second too long, and I recognized that smirk. I knew it too well. I had perfected it myself. Given it to countless women. The smirk of a man who just found something, someone interesting.But his was about the chase. I knew Keenan.Sure, I used to mess around. But never with another man’s woman. Never with someone off-limits.Yeah, some of the women I banged, cried, called me a jerk, cold-blooded. That’s how I got the name Cold-Blooded Casanova. But I was always honest. I told them up front: no strings, just fun. And they agreed. But there’s always one who thinks I can change him. Ridiculous.The difference between me and Keenan? He’s a snake in silk. A liar dipped in charm. He tells women he loves them just to see how quickly they’ll spread their legs. Hearts to him are poker chips—easily won, easily lost, never cared for.I saw
GENESISAs we stepped out, there were so many people outside. My heart began to race.Bright lights flashed. Loud clicks. Strange equipment. So many eyes.I froze for a second, instinctively shrinking in on myself, but Kier’s hand tightened around my waist, grounding me. Possessive. Protective.His fingers dug into my side, like he could sense the panic rising in my chest.You're okay, I told myself. You're with him.I glanced up at him.His jaw was sharp, his expression cold, that boss face on. But when he looked down at me for just a moment, something flickered behind his eyes. Something warm. Reassuring.He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.He simply nodded.So I nodded back, small, just for him.We started walking together, slowly. Strange flashes. People turned. I felt their stares. Their whispers. But I clung to Kier’s side like a lifeline, every step heavy with nerves.And yet… a small part of me felt proud.I wasn’t that scared little girl right now.I was his wife.And
KIERShe walked out of the closet in that dress, and I swear, I forgot how to breathe.The dress was black—tight, elegant, and flawless. Her milky skin shimmered under the lights, the soft curve of her neck, and the dip in her waist... It was all too much. Too soft, too innocent. Too her.And yet, she was mine.But tonight, I’d have to share her. I couldn’t touch her the way I wanted to. I couldn’t rip that dress off her like I needed to. I could only smile, be the CEO, be civil, while men surely stared.I adjusted the cufflinks on my shirt, my jaw clenched in frustration. “Turn.”She blinked up at me with those wide, stupidly sweet eyes. Then she nodded and turned, just like I’d asked.I shoved my hands into my pockets, feeling the heat rise inside me. The maids that had dressed her were still in the room, and I didn’t need them to see what seeing my wife in this dress did to me.The dress was nothing extravagant. She had picked it out herself when Anna brought it to her. But as she
Genesis' POV"I'm proud of you."His words echoed in my head, making my face flush hot. I twirled the bottom of my pencil between my lips, lost in yesterday’s memory—the way he moved inside me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure that left my body trembling. I crossed my legs tightly, my chest rising and falling as the heat returned to my skin.“Genesis, that pencil is meant for your book, not your mouth,” Liam’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I straightened up immediately, guilt flashing across my face as I met his unimpressed gaze.“Want to share your thoughts?” he asked, tilting his head.I looked down at my book and shook my head quickly. No way. I couldn’t.“You sure? You could write it down if talking too hard. Is something wrong?” he asked gently.I shook my head again, unable to meet his eyes. If I did, he might somehow know what I was thinking—something I definitely shouldn’t be thinking in class.“If you say so,” he said, and placed his hand gently on mine where it r
Kier’s POV “Lean against the glass,” I said. She looked up at me, her eyes briefly meeting mine, then turned around and placed her hands on the cool wall of the shower stall. I stepped closer, lifting her waist slightly. She shivered under my touch, and I smirked, letting my palm glide along her waist and hips. But then I noticed them—the scars running across her back. My amusement vanished, replaced by a flare of anger. Who the hell did this to her? I had been forced to marry her, yet no one told me anything about her life. And truthfully, I hadn’t cared enough to ask. My father claimed we were childhood friends, but I remembered none of it. Still, there had always been something off about her stepfamily. Something unspoken. But I knew nothing. Not really. I traced one of the jagged scars, my fingers gentle. She shivered again. “Do they hurt?” I asked. She turned slightly, glancing at me over her shoulder, then at my hand resting on the mark. She didn’t answer right
Genesis’s POVOh God.Daisy was watching us.I buried my face against his chest, my legs trembling slightly where they were wrapped around his waist, and I could feel him twitch inside me.“Nothing, sweetheart. Just go back downstairs. Genesis isn’t feeling well,” he said, but didn’t turn around.“Not feeling well? But she was fine just a few minutes ago when I saw her,” Daisy replied, and my face burned with embarrassment. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.She continued. “Lily, are you okay?” I heard her footsteps coming closer, but Kier shifted sideways, making his body jostle inside me. A moan slipped from my mouth, and I knew he realized it.“She’s not feeling well, Daisy. Just go back downstairs. I’ll take care of her, and she’ll be fine,” he said, moving again. My mouth fell open, and then I heard the sound of a door creaking open.Thankfully, we were close to the bedroom door, so Kier only had to lean sideways slightly to turn the doorknob.“But why are you…”
Kier's POV “Mr. Blackwood, your three o'clock meeting will commence soon,” my PA, Rachel, said over the intercom. “Thank you, Rachel,” I replied, settling back into my chair. I leaned back and stared out through the glass wall. As I sat there, my thoughts drifted back home. I had left the house early this morning—she was still sleeping when I left. I couldn't help but watch her for a moment, like a creep, mesmerized by the way her brow furrowed in her sleep, as if trapped in a nightmare. I reached out and smoothed her brow. Just as I was about to pull my hand away, she reached out and grasped it. I found myself frozen, her hand wrapped around mine, holding me tight until she slipped deeper into sleep, her grip loosening just enough for me to gently pull away. Leaving her had been harder than usual. No pun intended, but I wanted nothing more than to stay and watch her sleep. Still, I had to leave, knowing she’d be fine for a while longer. “Sir, the meeting is about to begin,
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