Genesis
Three days. Three long, suffocating days since I was brought to this cold, lifeless mansion. It felt like I’d been dropped into another world, a world too quiet, too clean, too alien. No Monica. No Mark. No Jimmy. No yelling, no beatings, no… anything. I should have felt relief, but the silence only kept me on edge. When I first arrived, I thought it would be like my old home. Rules to follow. Voices barking orders. But this house was nothing like that. The people here, like the butler, Richard, brought me food every day. I barely touched it. The plates were piled high with things I didn’t recognize. Meat glistening with strange sauces. Bread that smells sweet. It was too much. Too strange. I wasn’t allowed to eat like this before, so how could I now? My stomach twisted in hunger, but I couldn’t bring myself to take more than a few bites. What if they were testing me? What if eating too much would bring punishment? The bathroom was another thing. It was bigger than my old room back at Monica’s. Bright tiles, polished mirrors, and strange, shiny devices I didn’t understand. The toilet was so white it almost sparkled. I hadn’t touched it. How could I? Monica’s voice still echoed in my mind, sharp and cruel: “Filthy things like you don’t deserve good things.” So, I stayed away. I hadn’t bathed in three days. I hadn’t changed. The room reeked of sweat and urine, but no one said anything. Their silence felt like confirmation, I wasn’t allowed. I slept on the floor, wrapped in the bedspread I’d soiled. It was safer that way. Safer than ruining the large, immaculate bed. I kept waiting for someone to come in and scream at me, to hit me for the mess. But no one did. The quiet suffocated me. I just wanted to know the rules. If someone, anyone, would just tell me what I was supposed to do, I could obey. As I lay there, curled up on the soiled bedspread, tears slipped down my cheeks. My stomach growled again, but I ignored it. I shut my eyes, willing sleep to come. Then the door creaked open. My body tensed. The light clicked on, flooding the room. I squeezed my eyes shut, tighter, trying to block it out. Maybe if I stayed still, they’d leave. But the voice that followed froze me in place. Deep. Sharp. Angry. “What the fuck.” It was him. My husband. I didn't dare move. My heart raced, pounding so hard it felt like it might crack my ribs. His voice low and full of disbelief, sent a shiver through me. I braced myself for what was coming, threats, pain. That was what followed words like that. I cracked my eyes open, just a little. He was standing in the doorway, his tall, broad figure silhouetted by the bright light. His eyes were scanning the room, wide and sharp, taking in everything. The soiled sheets, the untouched bed, the untouched food, still seating on the tray. The mess that was me curled against the wall. I wanted to shrink, to disappear into the floor. My chest tightened as shame clawed at me, but I didn't move. moving made it worse. His footsteps broke the silence as he walked further in, slow and deliberate. I flinched as his shoes creaked against the floor, squeezing my eyes shut again. I could hear his breathing, shallow and uneven. “What…” His voice broke off, and I heard him exhale sharply, like he was trying to calm himself. “What the hell is going on here?” The question wasn’t directed at me, but it still felt like a knife to the chest. My mouth opened, a reflex, though I knew no words would come. I couldn’t answer even if I tried. I heard him move closer, the faint shuffle of fabric as he knelt down. I felt the warmth of his presence next to me. “Hey,” he said, quieter now, his voice softer. “Look at me.” I couldn't. “Genesis,” he said my name, like it was a command. His tone was different from before, less sharp but still firm. I didn't know what he wanted, What he was going to do. Slowly I turned my head, my face hot with embarrassment, my eyes darting to his shoes instead of his face. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, his voice came again, even quieter, almost like he was talking to himself. “What the hell happened to you?” That made my stomach twist even more. Was he angry? Of course he was but why was he not hitting me, or was he disgusted? I didn't know how to read his tone. He raised his hand up, and I flinched again, bracing myself. But there was no blow, no yelling, instead he rubbed his hand over his face and then glanced at the door. “Richard,” his voice boomed and I jumped at the sound of it. I scrambled up to my feet. My heart is hammering in fear. What had I done again? Was he calling someone else to join him in punishing me? Moments later, Richards appeared at the door, his face pale. “Y…yes young master,” “Get this room cleaned up now,” he said sharply.“And find her some clothes, something comfortable. And food. Fresh food.” Richard’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, clearly unsure how to respond. “Now!” Kier barked, his voice leaving no room for argument. Richard scrambled off, and Kier turned back to me. I quickly looked down, staring at my hands, willing myself to become invisible. “Come with me,” he said as he stood up from his crouch. Tears slipped down my cheeks. This was it. I braced myself. I could endure it. I had done so for years. I nodded, keeping my gaze low, and followed him. He led me to the bathroom door, pushed it open, and stepped aside. “Step in,” he instructed. Without hesitation, I obeyed. Compliance was safer; I had learned that the hard way. I shuffled into the large, gleaming bathroom, my dirty feet leaving faint smudges on the pristine floor. “Take a shower,” he said firmly. I hesitated, confused by the command. Was this a trick? But his voice gave no room for argument. Slowly, I began to undress, peeling off the soiled dress and undergarments. I placed them carefully on the counter, avoiding eye contact. My eyes dropped to my feet, waiting for his next instruction. “When you’re done taking off your clothes—” his voice faltered mid-sentence. I glanced up through my lashes to find him staring at me, his eyes wide before he quickly averted his gaze, looking anywhere but at me. “When the hell did you undress so fast?” he muttered, his tone more startled than anything else. His reaction stung, and I couldn’t stop the fresh tears that burned down my cheeks. The scars covering my body must have horrified him. He sighed heavily, his hand brushing over his face. When he looked back at me, his eyes stayed fixed on mine, avoiding the rest of me. “Step into the shower stall,” he said softly. I nodded and turned, stepping toward the glass enclosure. But then I felt him move closer, his presence radiating behind me. “What are those on your back?” he asked, his voice low and tense. I froze, shrinking away from him, retreating into the stall as if he had burned me. His gaze followed, filled with something I couldn’t identify, horror? Pity? Anger? “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. Then, his tone shifted, softer but still firm. “Take your bath. Use whatever you need, the soaps, the lotions. They’re yours.” I blinked at him, unsure how to respond. Mine? They couldn’t be mine. That had to be a trap. My eyes darted to the unfamiliar fixtures and buttons. How was I supposed to use this? At Monica's, there had been a bucket and a cold tap, nothing like this. I hesitated, not wanting to admit my ignorance. Panic bubbled as I randomly pressed one of the buttons, hoping for the best. Instead, a blast of steaming water erupted, hitting me squarely. I flinched and stumbled back with a silent scream, my body jerking out of the stall. I collided with his chest, trembling uncontrollably. His arms wrapped around me instinctively, steadying me. “What happened?” he asked, his voice sharp with concern. The question threw me. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t yelling. His hands stayed gentle as he guided me back toward the stall.KIER I gently led her trembling body toward the stall, concern etched on my face. "What’s the matter?" I inquired, noticing the thick steam billowing from the shower head. It was clear she had cranked the water up to an intense heat.I quickly adjusted the temperature, setting the water to a more comfortable level. The steam began to fade a bit, and I turned my gaze to her fragile, exposed form pressed against the wall, hunched and shivering, my jaw clenched tight.How could someone be so terrified of a simple shower?Her front was still to me, the scars on her skin stark against her pale complexion. Just seeing them made my chest constrict. I forced myself to take slow, deep breaths. Losing my cool wouldn’t do her any good.“Genesis,” I said gently, stepping a little closer. She flinched but didn’t retreat this time. I took that as a sign of progress.“You’re okay, it’s just water,” I reassured her, keeping my voice steady. My hand hovered near her shoulder, but I refrained from tou
GENESIS“Stop fiddling with your food and eat,” he commanded, his voice echoing with a deep authority that made me catch my breath. He was sitting uncomfortably close to me on the adjacent stool, right by the counter.It wasn’t that I didn’t want to eat; the meal looked absolutely delectable, and my stomach rumbled like a beast at the mere sight of it. The real issue was that if I consumed more than my allotted share, I would face punishment, and that was something I desperately wanted to avoid.“Go ahead, take more,” he urged as I twirled the spaghetti around my fork. I hesitated but eventually took a bit more, quickly bringing it to my lips before he could demand that I stuff my mouth even fuller. Despite the bath he had given me and the moments of apparent kindness, I knew better. People like him were the worst, pretending to care while hiding a monstrous side, unpredictable and dangerous, much like Jimmy.I understood that I had to stay alert, to keep that lurking monster within h
Kier's POVI couldn't believe what I was seeing. This girl had to be joking. What on earth did she think she was doing? “What are you doing?” I asked, and once again, she flinched. Honestly, the number of times she had reacted like that whenever I spoke or got too close was beyond counting.She turned to face me from her spot on the floor. After tending to her injury and putting a band-aid on it, I carried her to my room, determined to avoid a repeat of the chaos that had previously happened in her room.That meant saying goodbye to Sofia, the sweet brunette I had wanted to bang today. As soon as I set her down, she jumped onto the cold, hard floor beside the bed. Who does that? Apparently, she does.“What are you doing on the floor? Get on the bed,” I instructed, and she stared at me with wide eyes, as if I had just suggested the most absurd thing imaginable. I couldn’t blame her; it was a ridiculous request, even to my own ears. I wasn’t one to share a bed unless I had just fucked
GENESIS My senses were heightened, absorbing every sound and scent around me. After thirteen long years of confinement, I found myself not only married but also in a car, venturing into the unknown. The fresh air brushed against my face, a sensation I had longed for.“Come on,” he urged, placing his hand at the small of my back. Instinctively, I recoiled from his touch and glanced up, unable to see his expression behind the large sunglasses he wore.“What do you think I’m going to do to you here?” he asked, stepping closer. I fought the urge to flinch, instinctively shutting my eyes as I felt his hand on my waist, guiding me toward what I suspected was a mall.Every sensation felt amplified. The sun warmed my skin, a stark contrast to the constant chill of my previous life. The air buzzed with the aroma of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor, mingling with the sharp scent of car exhaust and the delicate sweetness of flowers blooming in a planter by the entrance. It was a whirlwind
Kier's POVFrom the corner of my eye, I noticed her suddenly go tense, her face turning even paler than usual as she stared at her stepbrother."Why are you still sitting there? Stand up," I said. Without looking at her, I pushed open the door on my side and stepped out.Her brother's smile widened—not at me, but at Genesis as she stepped out of the car.That smile didn’t sit well with me."Come here," I said immediately. She tore her gaze away from him and walked over, eyes downcast, her movements hesitant."What’s your brother doing here?" I asked. She flinched, then slowly raised her head to look at me.Fear. It was unmistakable.It was always there, lingering beneath the surface, but during the drive back, it had been different. She had stared out the window, taking in the view like she was seeing something out of a dream—not just plain old New York.She shook her head.Footsteps.I looked up to see Richard descending the stairs, a maid following behind him.I gestured toward the
Genesis's POVWas I in trouble?The question gnawed at my mind as I stood before the large mirror in his room, watching the maid silently zip up the yellow dress we'd gotten from that massive mall.With each inch of fabric closing around my body, the pressure in my chest tightened. My heart pounded against my ribs, louder than the soft rustle of the cloth. He had left so abruptly.He was angry. I wouldn't fool myself into thinking otherwise.I had stood there and watched as he discarded the coat like it was nothing. He'd stormed up the stairs without a second glance, leaving me frozen in place until he returned fifteen minutes later in fresh jeans and a white shirt. He barely spared me a glance before disappearing out the door again.I didn't know whether that was a good thing or not."Ma'am... ma'am?"A light tap on my shoulder made me jolt, stumbling forward. My hands shot out, catching myself against the mirror before I could topple it over and make more trouble for myself.I glanc
Kier's POV"I don't think it's a good idea to go back to the estate looking like this," Damon said, watching me slip into the car seat.I gave him a look that clearly screamed, Do I look like I give a fuck what you think?He sighed, always so fucking dramatic, then closed the damn door and got into the driver's seat. Leonardo, my other bodyguard, took the passenger seat next to him. If I had to choose, I'd pick Leo over Damon any day. The fucker knew how to mind his own business, unlike Damon, who always felt the need to fill the silence with useless words.The engine purred to life, and for a second, just one blissful second, I thought I'd get to enjoy the ride in peace without anyone trying to bore holes into my headache-ridden skull.I should have known better."What I'm trying to say is..""No." I cut him off, gritting the word through my teeth. Each syllable felt like someone was hammering nails into my skull. "You don't talk while driving. It's against... the driving code or wha
Genesis's POVThey were beautiful, I couldn't believe my eyes. They were nothing like the dull flowers back at my former estate.The garden stretched endlessly, vibrant and alive. Red roses, yellow sunflowers, white lilies, daisies, gardenias, every flower I could think of was blooming. Their sweet scents mixed in the air, making my nose tingle.People were scattered around, trimming leaves, watering plants, and carrying small baskets filled with freshly cut flowers. The soft rustle of leaves and birds singing made everything feel... peaceful. Like a place where pain couldn't reach me.I wanted to stay here forever.And when I meant here, I meant exactly where I stood, the small patch of perfectly trimmed grass under my feet. Without realizing it, I had slipped off the soft yellow fuzzy slippers my husband had bought for me. The grass was cool and gentle, soaking into my skin like a silent comfort.I hadn't even noticed the gazes I was drawing from the gardeners and workers passing by
GENESIS He was gone before I woke up. I didn’t even get to kiss him like he had told me.I sighed, propping myself against the headboard. My pencil and book rested on my thighs as I skimmed through the rule he had given me yesterday.To say I wasn’t surprised would be a lie.But I had to do as he said, of course.After going over the book one more time, I climbed off the bed and made my way to the bathroom.What am I going to do today?It was Monday. He was probably at work. Daisy would be in school too.She was the only person I talked to.So that meant I’d be here alone.I shed my clothes and stepped into the shower stall. The moment the water hit my head, I shivered, even though it was hot.I closed my eyes, but the second I did, I was there again.That cold, musty room…My eyes snapped open, my chest rising and falling too fast. I quickly shut off the shower and stepped out, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts.Gripping the sink, I stared down at the white porcelain, then sl
Kier's POV"Does your father still think we’re in the 1800s? Who still forces their children to marry some random girl they don’t even know?" Veronica huffed, clearly more annoyed by the situation than I was, the one actually in it.I let out a small, humorless smile, but as my eyes drifted toward Genesis, the smile vanished.Why was she smiling?I glanced at Charlie, who was leaning in too close to my wife, that ridiculous grin plastered on his face—the same one he always wore around women he fancied.And she wasn’t even pulling away.Okay, she wasn’t exactly leaning in, but she was sitting there, smiling at him.I didn’t like that.Wait—saying it like that made me sound like a controlling asshole.I just didn’t like that she was smiling at him.I thought she didn’t like strangers. She barely even talked to me. But now, she was completely comfortable, amused even.And that bastard was—"Kier, are you even listening to me?"Veronica’s voice snapped me out of my blatant gawking—no, no,
GENESIS "And who might you be?" Veronica asked, stopping just a few feet away from me. Daisy clung to her hand while she used the other to remove her glasses. Without them, I was met with sharp, cat-like eyes that swept over me from head to toe. I couldn’t deny that I did the same. She was stunning. Platinum blonde hair sleekly pulled into a ponytail, perfectly arched brows, and an air of quiet authority that made it impossible to look away. One perfectly manicured brow lifted, her lips parting as if she were about to speak— But before she could, Daisy tugged on her hand. "Aunt Vera, that’s Uncle Kier’s wife," Daisy said innocently. "And she can’t talk." The second the words left her mouth, Veronica’s fingers slackened. The glasses she had been holding slipped from her grasp, hitting the floor with a sharp clang. Her eyes widened, horror and disbelief flashing across her face. "Wife?" she whispered, barely audible. She swayed slightly, unsteady on her feet. Instinct kicked in
Kier's POV"Aren't you supposed to be home with your new wife instead of checking out single ladies?" Charlie teased, his tone dripping with mockery.I barely spared him a glance, raising a brow in silent thanks as the bartender slid my whiskey across the counter.Then, turning to Charlie, I shot him a glare. "Would you lower your damn voice? Do you want everyone to know I'm married?"He scoffed. "Really? That’s what you're worried about? When you called me, while I was in Rome, by the way, and told me you were getting married, I was surprised. No, actually, I was shocked. Then I was happy. And then…" He took a dramatic pause. "I was horrified."I took a slow sip of whiskey, letting the burn sear the back of my throat. That was exactly what I needed.Maybe it'd knock some sense into me.Because I had taken my wife against the wall. Like some kind of maniac.I shook the thought off. Dwelling on it only made things worse. And not just because of the guilt.Turning back to Charlie, I exh
Genesis’s POVWarmth spread across my face. My eyes were closed, but that wasn’t the only thing I felt. My entire body ached, sore yet not in a painful way. There was a lingering sensation, a hum of pleasure woven through the soreness, making me want to stay in bed, to keep sleeping.But something wasn’t right.One of the rules was that I had to kiss him every morning.So I needed to wake up.My eyes fluttered open, the sunlight filtering through the blinds warming my skin. I closed them again, adjusting to the brightness before blinking back to awareness.I turned to the side, expecting to find him beside me, but he wasn’t there.Panic jolted me upright and u realized I was naked."Ugh." I groaned, pressing a hand to my face as the memories rushed in.Oh god.How could I have been so… wanton?What was different about his… his…Even in my own thoughts, I couldn’t say it.Yet I had screamed and moaned from the overwhelming pleasure of his…I clenched my eyes shut.Why had it felt so go
Kier’s POVDamn it. I wanted to hear her moans. I wanted to hear her scream my name, to make sure she knew exactly who was inside her and never forgot it.But since I couldn’t have that, I’d make sure she felt it.With every thrust of my hips, I’d etch myself into her body, deep enough that she’d never want to lay with another man.The thought was possessive. Animalistic. And yet, it was me. It had always been me. Even as a child, I hated sharing what was mine. As I grew, that feeling only became fiercer, especially with the women I fucked.But they were never for keeps. When I took them, they knew, as long as they lingered around me, only I got to touch them. And when I was done, the others could have them.But this? This was different.She was my wife. My wife. And I didn’t just want to claim her, I wanted to own her in every way. Even men who hated their wives still refused to share them. That was just how it worked.And right now, as I looked down at her, I knew one thing for cert
Genesis's POVIt was happening.And I was scared.Things like this had happened before—but in more violent ways.When he placed me on the bed, flashes of Jimmy surfaced in my mind. I forced them away.I had fought before. But as time passed, I learned that resistance only led to more pain. It was easier to shut down, to detach, to let it happen.That was what I planned to do now.But for some reason, it wasn’t working.My heart pounded in my chest, my breaths shallow. I felt fear, yes—but something else lurked beneath it. Something unfamiliar.Anticipation.That made no sense. There was nothing to anticipate. Sex was pain. It had always been pain.Yet as I was pressed against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth warm against my neck, kissing, licking—this strange feeling only grew.I told myself this was for the baby they needed. Once it was done, I could leave. I wouldn’t let my past haunt me forever. I would do what I had to do, no matter how much it cost me.But wh
Kier’s POVYou could ask me what the damn movie was about, and I wouldn’t have an answer.But if you asked me what I noticed about my wife?I’d have about ten things to say.One: she had four tiny birthmarks—just little dots—on the left side of her neck. How I even noticed them in the dim lighting of that fucking cinema was a question for another day.Two: she always bit down on her lips when she was concentrating, like right now. I was sure she had completely forgotten I was even here.And there were more. I could keep listing them. And why I did this? I had no idea.But I couldn’t deny it anymore—I was getting attracted to my wife.She wasn’t my usual type. Yeah, I didn’t know how many times I’d said her face was beautiful, but a pretty face alone never got me as hard as a rock for a woman. That was just one part of it.And yet, here I was, hard as a damn brick, and it was freaking me out.I had spent days wondering how I’d be able to knock her up when I couldn’t even get it up for
Genesis's POV"Right here, Mr. Blackwood," a lanky man in a wine-colored shirt and jeans said. I looked up at him, noticing the easy smile on his face as he spoke to my husband. But when his gaze shifted to me, awe flickered in his eyes.I quickly looked away, pressing my face against my husband's torso."Look away," Kier said, his voice calm but firm. The man cleared his throat awkwardly, nodded, and turned to lead us toward a large, red-colored door.He pushed it open, and my mouth fell open in surprise. Rows upon rows of seats stretched across the vast, empty hall, yet not a single person was inside. It was only then that I realized something odd—aside from this man and the one who had given Kier popcorn and soda earlier, I hadn’t seen anyone else around.I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice we were moving toward the seats until kier spoke."Where would you like to sit?"His voice startled me. I turned to him, my pulse skipping as I realized he was staring down at