Chapter 1

Grace Conner looked at the man that was slowly inching towards her in the dark of the night.

He was none other than her step - brother, Adam.

The room was dark, but even in this darkness she could see the malice and lust in his eyes. It was as if she could sense it.

She had to get out of here, she has been avoiding him, from the moment he came from London.

She didn't wanted to have anything with him, but unfortunately for her, Adam's perverted eyes had been on her since they were teens and she was brought to the Mansion after her mother's sudden death.

He was drunk, the occasional stumbles and unsteady steps gave it away. She could've see his face but the movements of his shadow helped.

But she knew, that even if he was drunk, his about 6 fit tall stature body with packed muscles would easily catch her.

She couldn't resist or fight him physically, she had to use her mind.

Her hand found the glass jug beside her bed.

It was old but heavy, she could just hit him with enough force for him to faint. And then she can run away from here. Or hide somewhere. Maybe her father would actually understand this time.

Her breathing quickened. Before she could do anything, her arms were caught and her mouth was covered by a pair of rough hands.

She stared at him wide eyed.

She knew he was drunk but still conscious enough to assert dominance on her.

Her heart thumped loudly with fear, she didn't wanted to be maligned by this monster.

“Oh little Grace. Won't you give me a kiss?”

He laughed like a maniac pushing his body onto her.

His laugh brought tears to her eyes. The horrible memories buried in the depth of her mind started awakening again when she shook her head to keep them at bay.

She knew, once she lost control of her mind, she wouldn't be able to save herself.

She resisted with all the strength she had, tried to free her hands, shook her head and even tried to bite his hand, but his palm was pressed straight on her mouth, which prevented her from doing so.

As time passed, he was pressing himself more and more into her.

She felt nauseated, from his drunken stinky smell, to his touch on her body, even when her clothes were in between.

She couldn't define the feeling at all. She just felt disgusted by him.

She stopped moving altogether, with such a huge body of his, she couldn't escape.

When he saw she wasn't resisting anymore. He chuckled and whispered, “It wouldn't hurt, I'll be gentle. At least for now.”

He started laughing and continued, “Now, I'm going to remove my hand from your pretty little mouth. If you scream I will screw you to death.”

She didn't say anything just whimpered. Her sobs and tears gave a satisfaction to him.

He removed his hands from her mouth and stopped for a second to see if she would scream.

She didn't.

He looked at her chest that was as alluring as a piece of painting, even when covered.

His mouth watered as he imagined how it would look without anything covering it.

With that thought in mind, his hand started towards her chest to expose her from the clothes.

But before he could touch the fabric, he felt a blinding pain in between his legs.

He fell on the floor, holding his thing. He whimpered like a dog.

Seeing him in such a position, Grace hurriedly stood up and took the glass water jug and smashed it on his head.

He cried more from the impact but this time, his cries weren't limited to just the small room itself.

All the people in the house woke up after hearing such a loud cry.

Grace looked at him, he was in pain but still conscious.

She had to get out of here before they came downstairs.

She opened the door of her room, wanting to run.

But she lived in one of the rooms in the servants quarters.

And the servants had also woke up hearing the loud cry.

She wanted to run but there were already a few servants standing in the corridor, when they saw her scared expression and heard the cries coming from her room, they caught her.

She was the Eldest Miss of the family but also the unfavored one.

One of the servants checked her room and shouted in fright, “Hurry over! It's the Young Master!”

Just as he shouted, an old couple and a young woman ran over in his direction.

It was Grace's father and stepmother and step sister.

They had also heard the screams upstairs and came down to check what was the problem.

Before they could ask any of the servants they heard someone shouting that it was the Young Master!

The older woman was frightened to death after hearing this, she hurriedly walked over to Grace's room.

“Aaaah!!! My son, my good son. What has happened to you?” She cried in horror as she saw her precious son's head covered in blood.

The younger woman also let out a cry as she held onto her brother's hand and cried, “Brother! You're bleeding so much!”

Everyone's attention was on the Young Master of the Family.

Even the man in his 50s looked worried about his son, he didn't even care about his daughter who was sobbing in the corner, held by the servants. Frightened to death of the consequences.

Grace looked at the scene in front of her, she never received such treatment in this home after her mother's death.

After an ambulance was called, the mother marched towards Grace and gave a huge slap on her face.

It was so hard that Grace stumbled on the ground.

Her step mother bent down and grabbed her by the hair, “You damn bitch, how dare you hurt my precious son! I will beat you to death!”

As she said this she started throwing slaps and kicks on Grace.

“Olivia that's enough!” Her husband said but didn't do anything to stop her.

The step sister came forward and held her Mom and whispered in her ears, “Mom calm down. Don't beat her. If her face is damaged, we wouldn't make any profit.”

When Olivia heard this, she stopped her brutal attacks on Grace.

She looked at her daughter, who was acting like she was actually stopping her mother from beating her step sister.

She understood what she meant and turned around to her husband, “Jack, promise me you wouldn't interfere in this. I have to punish this ungrateful wench.”

Jackson looked at his wife and nodded his head without so much of a thought.

He didn't have any interest in these things. The only reason he stopped Olivia was because he didn't wanted to be seen as a bad father who let his own blood and flesh beaten to death.

When they all heard sirens of the ambulance, they all dispersed to cooperate with the medics while they assisted the patient.

Olivia instructed one of the maids to lock Grace in a room and guard the door to make sure she doesn't gets out.

When they locked Grace in a room after throwing her in. She broke down in tears.

The rest of the people may have not heard the conversation between the mother and daughter, but how could she not?

She was the subject of their Whispers plus she was so close to them, she knew they were going to sell her the next morning.

She looked around the room, there were no windows she could escape from.

The voices outside the door made sure to install the fear in her.

She cursed her life, it was already hell, how much more worse could it get from here.

She remembered all those year of pain she went through after her mother's death, in this Mansion.

The place she called home, because the definition of hell after her mother left her and her step family came in and her step mother took over the household.

From her bedroom given to her step sister to her eating alone in a small as she heard the laughter of the family eating delicacies together on the dining table.

Everything that was once hers, was snatched away and given to someone else. Even her dreams were taken from her.

Whenever she would try to speak for herself she would be brandished as a liar and ungrateful by her step mother. She would be punished with no food and lots of household chores.

She slowly stopped complaining.

As she laid on the cold hard floor with silent tears streaming down her eyes, she just wished for one chance at revenge.

Wished for a life she could live not just survive.

Darkness consumed her thoughts and mind and unconsciousness swept over her and her head felt dizzy.

She succumbed herself to Darkness.