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May this new year bring you fresh hope, renewed strength, and endless opportunities. May your days be filled with joy, peace, and success. đ New Year Prayers: I pray that God goes ahead of you this year, opening doors no one can shut. May He grant you good health, wisdom, favor, and protection. May your efforts be crowned with success, and may sorrow, lack, and failure be far from you. This year shall be your season of breakthrough and testimony. đĄ Words of Advice for the New Year: Walk with purpose and discipline. Let go of past regrets and embrace new beginnings. Be kind, patient, and grateful in all things. Work hard, pray always, and never stop believing in yourself. Choose peace over anger and progress over excuses. ⨠Final Wish: May this new year be better than all the years before it. May your dreams come alive and your life shine brighter each day. Happy New Year! đđCoraIt was scorching hot at the lake house. It was 3:00 PM in the middle of a July heatwave, and the ancient air conditioner had finally given up the ghost with a pathetic rattle two hours ago.Now, the only sound was the rhythmic, annoying thwack-thwack-thwack of the ceiling fan as it moved the stagnant, ninety-degree air around the living room.I was sprawled on the hardwood floor, my cheek pressed against it, trying to find a patch of wood that wasnât already warm from my body. It wasnât working.âIâm actually going to die,â Sloane said suddenly.She was lying about three feet away from me. Her blonde hair was a matted, damp mess stuck to her forehead and the back of her neck. She was wearing an oversized gray t-shirt that was currently translucent with sweat, clinging to her shoulders in patches.âYouâre not going to die,â I muttered, though I felt like I might. âYouâre just being dramatic.ââCora, look at me. Iâm melting. I am literally a puddle.â She sat up suddenly, the moveme
GenevieveThe gala was a failure. It was just a room full of people in expensive suits pretending in each otherâs faces. Every âcongratulationsâ from a board member felt like a slap. The champagne was too cold, the lights were too bright, and I just wanted to scream.Father and Uncle Artie had masked the ceremony as a celebration of a merger; meanwhile, it was a funeral for my old life as Genevieve Jacobson. My mother had been awfully silent through all of this.My father stumbled over to me for the dance. He reeked of scotch and whiskey. He was disheveled. How he managed to stand on his own two feet was a miracle. When he pulled me onto the floor, his hand was clammy, and beads of perspiration formed on his head despite the perfect air conditioning. He was so shaky I felt like I was the one propping him up.âYou look beautiful, Genevieve,â he whispered. His head actually sagged toward my shoulder. He sounded pathetic. âThank you. Seriously. Youâre saving the family, Gen. I know itâs
GenevieveWalking through the hidden room behind the bookshelf was nothing short of humiliating. I hadnât signed the papers. I couldnât. I just stood there, staring at the ink as if it were blood.Arthur didnât push. Instead, he reached for a leather-bound book on the shelf, pulled a lever, and the wall groaned loudly and opened. âI have more to show you, Genevieve.âI was still naked. Goosebumps erupted over my skin from more than just the cold in the room. Uncle Artie held my arm, his grip firm and possessive, while my father trailed behind us. Every time I tried to fold my arms over my chest, Arthurâs gaze landed on me. If his eyes could shoot daggers, Iâd have dropped dead on the marble floors.âArthur, your employees are going to start asking questions about the lockdown,â my father muttered. He kept his eyes fixed on anywhere except my bare body. âEspecially if they canât reach you. We need to get her dressed and get out of here.ââThe people see what I allow them to see, Richar
GenevieveThe silence in the room was a heavy weight, broken only by the sound of my father's ragged breathing. I scrambled back, my knees hitting the floor, my hands trembling as I tried to scrape up what was left of my dignity. I tried to gather my clothes, but they were strewn across the floor in different directions. My panties were kicked far away. I weighed the option of crawling toward it and just staying put, and realized crawling was far more humiliating.So I pulled my knees tighter and shielded my breasts with my hands. I looked at him, waiting for the explosion, for the rage that would surely end us both. I was officially dead, like cold in the morgue dead. I could see my life disappear in front of me.I stole a glance at Uncle Artie, if I was having it worse, his was definitely going to be worse. There was no way in hell my dad would spare him. And yet when I looked at him, he had that same blank, unbothered expression he had had on his face when he told me he would handl
GenevieveI heard the office door click shut behind me; the silence of the room was loud. My eyes were burning from lack of sleep, and my mind was stuck on the empty desk Iâd passed on the way in. Marcus hadnât shown up. No call, no emailâjust an empty chair where he usually used to be.âWhere is he?â I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Arthur didnât look up from his laptop. He looked perfectly composed, the silver of his watch catching the morning light as he scrolled. âHe wonât be returning, Genevieve. Iâve handled the situation.âWarning bells went off in my head. âHandled it how? Uncle Artie, he was just here yesterday. People are talking. What did you actually do?âHe finally lifted his gaze, his expression a blank, unreadable mask. âItâs better for everyone if you donât have those details. Just know that the threat to your reputation and mine is gone.ââWhat do you mean, gone?â My voice faltered in panic. âYou canât just erase someone,â I breathed, the uncertainty gnawing
GenevieveThe next morning, the tension in the office between us felt like a live wire. My father was pacing the rug, concluding a meeting with Arthur, Marcus, and two other board members. I stood next to Arthur, leaning over a stack of spreadsheets as the final directives were given.âThe numbers for the April targets are here,â I said, my voice professional and steady.âLet me see,â Arthur murmured. He didnât look at the tablet. Instead, he reached out, his hand sliding under the table and resting on my hip. His thumb hooked into the waistband of my skirt, tugging it just enough to let the air hit my skin. âYouâve been very thorough, Genevieve. I like the attention to detail.âI felt a flush creep up my neck. My father turned around as the others began to pack up. âSheâs a fast learner, isnât she, Arthur?ââThe fastest,â Arthur replied, his fingers digging into my flesh. âShe knows exactly how to follow instructions.â He looked up at me, a knowing smile on his lips.At the close of
LenaI crossed my legs, trying to look composed, but I was failing terribly at it. What did the girls even do at private sessions, anyway?I might never have had one, but I knew for certain they didnât sit and talk like they were on a date.He poured himself a drink, then one for me, and slid the g
Unknownâs POVThe basement was quiet again. The fluorescent light above was steady now, no flicker this time, a small victory.I stood over her still body, studying her face like it was a prized painting. The rise and fall of her chest, or her breasts, if you like. They looked fuller in this dress.
UnknownThe lights in the abandoned basement flickered ahead. I huffed, my fingers tightening around the scalpel in my hand.It was about time I fixed the fucked-up wiring in this place; it was irritating. My job required careful precision, and it was annoying to do it under these conditions.I alw
AdelaideThe lady had stopped kissing me; she helped me out of my dress. One of the men helped me undo my innerwear until I was naked in front of everyone. I didn't notice until the cold air caressed my skin. My cheeks burned in embarrassment until I looked up at Ophelia.She was sitting across fro







