GENESIS
I stood in the court, in disbelief. I was marrying someone I didn’t know, a man who clearly didn’t want to marry me. I knew it for sure. First, he was late to the court wedding. Second, his eyes never looked at me with warmth. His gaze wasn’t full of hate, but it wasn’t tender either. It was more like he was inspecting me, sizing me up, with no real interest. There was no hunger in his eyes like there was with Jimmy. Instead, when he looked at me, it felt like disappointment, as if I wasn’t what he had expected. Well, we were both in the same boat. This wasn’t what I had expected either. When Monica had called me downstairs last night, I thought I was in trouble. I thought I had done something horribly wrong. But no, instead, she told me I was getting married. Then came the yelling, the slaps, and the broken objects flying through the air. “How dare he? How dare he think he can just waltz back into your life?” Monica screamed at me, throwing things as she went on. Who was this “he”? I didn’t know. And now, here I was, the very next day, lawfully wedding a man I barely knew. A giant of a man, taller than my stepbrothers. When he came near me, it felt like I might throw up, though I hadn’t eaten a thing. He seemed like he could crush me with just one hand. Then the ceremony was over, the words spoken, but nothing had changed. My new life had started, but I couldn’t feel anything. There was no happiness, no relief, only this hollow emptiness gnawing at me. I couldn't move, frozen in place in fear. While Monica stood off to the side, her face twisted in anger. She looked at me like I was the cause of all her frustrations. Jimmy and Mark, my two stepbrothers, flanked her, their expressions equally sour. I could feel their eyes on me, burning with judgment, especially Monica’s. She had always looked at me like I was something to be controlled, something to be molded. And now… now I was married, bound to a man I didn’t know, a man who barely spared me a glance. It was all too much. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat too loud in the suffocating silence. The familiar tightness in my throat felt like a vice, squeezing the breath from me, and I wondered if I'd collapse from the weight of everything that had happened so fast. Kier’s father, Donald, stood near the back of the room. His face was hard to read at first, but then I noticed it: the slight guilt in his eyes as he looked at me. His gaze softened for a brief moment, almost imperceptible, and then he offered me a small, almost apologetic smile. I froze. His face brought back memories of my father, his old friend. It had been years since I last saw him, since my father’s death. He had always been kind to me back then, a warm, comforting presence whenever my father had business to attend to. But now, seeing him here, watching me in silence as I stood with his son, it felt like time had warped everything. I didn’t know how to feel. Was he smiling because he was happy for the marriage? Or was it a sad smile, one of regret for the situation I had been thrown into? Kier didn’t look at me again. He stood beside me, and when the ceremony was over, he turned his back and started walking toward the exit. I followed him like a shadow, unsure of where I was supposed to go, unsure of what was expected of me. My steps were slow, tentative, but there was nowhere else to go. I had no choice but to follow him. We reached the parking lot, and I saw the black car parked nearby, his car, I assumed. He didn’t speak, didn’t acknowledge me as I got closer. His hand reached for the door handle without a second glance, and he opened it for me. The coldness of his gesture made me pause. But there was no alternative. No one was going to tell me what to do now. I climbed into the passenger seat, trying not to tremble. As the door clicked shut, the reality of my situation settled in. I was alone with a man I barely knew, and the future seemed as empty as the silence that stretched between us. As we drove, the tension in the air was palpable, my body stiff, my hands trembling in my lap. I could see the way his hand clenched and unclenched on the steering wheel, his jaw tight. The silence between us felt heavy, suffocating, like the air had thickened with all the unspoken things we both felt. Then, to my shock, he raised one of his hands off the steering wheel. My instincts kicked in, and I hunched over, shielding myself with my hand, expecting a blow. “Yo, what the hell, I'm not going to touch you,” he said, his voice firm but edged with disbelief. I didn’t lower my guard, keeping my eyes squeezed shut. My heart raced in my chest, my breaths coming out in ragged bursts. But I peered out from under my arm, and that’s when I noticed that he had parked the car, which only made my heart rate spike further. “Breathe. I'm not going to hurt you, so relax,” he added, his voice softer now, though his narrowed eyes still regarded me with an unreadable expression. I slowly lowered my hand from my head, still tense, my body coiled with fear. But I unfolded myself from my defensive crouch, trying to regain some composure. “Good,” he muttered, glancing out the window. But he didn’t start the car right away. Instead, he sighed, his fingers tapping on the wheel in frustration. “I don’t know if this whole marriage is as much of a surprise to you as it is to me,” he started, his gaze briefly flicking to me. I remained silent, unsure of where this was going. I was still too caught in the shock of everything. “But I need you to know that it’s not going to last. We’re just going to try and give my father his heir, and then we’ll go our separate ways,” he said, his brows raised slightly as if to gauge my reaction. I nodded quickly, eager to agree with anything that would make this nightmare end sooner. So that meant he wanted out as soon as possible. That was good. It was really good. I just needed to stay with him for a year, then I’d get my inheritance from Monica when I turned twenty-four, and I’d find my way. “So you understand this is not a real marriage, I don't know you, you are not even my…..” he continued, but then his words faltered, and he stopped himself with a sigh. “Shit, getting this heir is going to be harder than I thought,” he muttered to himself. His frustration was palpable, and I could feel my cheeks flame with embarrassment. My eyes dropped to my body, I was thin, really thin, and malnourished looking. My hair was long but dull, nothing like the beautiful women I imagined he was used to. If I were him, I thought bitterly, I wouldn’t want me either. To make it easier for him, I figured I could always ask him to turn off the lights anytime he wanted to do what he had to do. Maybe that would make it easier for both of us.KIERThree days laterFamily Estate mansion"Y... young master," Richard, the butler, called out just as I was about to leave for the company.I froze, my hand on the door handle of my car. I had bigger things to worry about than whatever insignificant problem he was about to bring up.Not only had I been forced into a marriage with some random woman, but now I had to step into my father's company and learn how to "take charge" of a business I was already well-versed in. I went to business school for this, for God’s sake. I didn’t need to be babysat.I turned and gave him a sharp look. "What is it?"Richard fidgeted, rubbing a hand over his forehead, looking like he'd just run a marathon. "It's about your wife," he stammered.My jaw tightened. My wife? The woman I was married to for a few days now, and still didn’t even know? Why would Richard come to me with this?I exhaled sharply. "What about her?"He hesitated, then spoke in a near whisper. "She hasn't... she hasn't left her room
GenesisThree 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
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
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