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.
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“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.Kieran’s eyes were feral, his hair wild and pulled in every direction, like he’d been clawing at it for hours. Doctor Aiden hesitated before speaking, the weight of the room settling heavily on his shoulders. It was clear he knew—he was standing in front of a man teetering on the edge of madness.“What the hell are you waiting for? Should I put a bullet through your fucking brain before you wake her up?” Kieran snarled.The doctor instinctively took a step back, eyes darting to Damon and Leo, who stood a few feet away near the door. Damon shot Kieran a glance, then subtly looked him over, checking—hoping—he wasn’t actually armed.Doctor Aiden swallowed hard. “What I’m trying to say is… she’s awake. But she’s stuck. Trapped in what looks like a traumatic dissociative state. Her eyes are open, yes, but she’s not really here. It’s like her mind’s somewhere else—far away.”Kieran’s nostrils flared. “Trapped where?”“She’s reliving something,” the doctor said quietly, his tone careful. “So
“Oh my god, did you hear what happened in the beginners’ class?” Angel whispered. She was one of the girls in the advanced class at the Master Ballet Studio, and her eyes flicked to the friends flanking her sides.“Wait, what happened?” asked the girl with slightly orange hair, her wide brown eyes full of curiosity.Angel shook her head, lowering her voice even more. “You know my little sister is in that class with the new mute girl, right? I heard she was almost kidnapped.”“Wait—what?”Angel nodded, lips tight. “Yep. You heard me. I don’t know all the details—maybe Stacy and Calista do—but Amanda told me her bodyguards stopped the guy just in time. Said they even had to rip the door open.”Eunice’s eyes grew wide like saucers. “Oh my god, that’s crazy.”“Yeah, but don’t go around telling anyone,” Angel warned. “Miss Reneta told her students not to spread it. But you know Amanda—she can’t keep anything to herself.” She gave each of her friends a sharp look, and they all nodded just a
Trigger Warning:This chapter contains assault. Please read with care.Mark smirked as he watched Marcus slam into Genesis in a brutal, relentless rhythm—his thrusts hard, careless, and without any precision.Then Mark glanced at her. For a moment, their eyes met. Genesis stared back, then quickly turned her head away.He scoffed and turned, walking away without another word.Genesis lay there, her bare breast pressed hard against the cold countertop beneath a thin, torn layer of clothing. Her teeth bit into her lips so hard that blood welled up, but she didn’t flinch. Tears traced silent paths down her cheeks.“Aww, fuck,” Marcus groaned, his nails digging into the flesh of her waist as he continued to thrust with brutal force. His eyes squeezed shut, his body shuddering—then he remembered the rule Mark had given him: no finishing inside her.He pulled away just in time, but not before some of his seed slipped inside her. He quickly pulled out and sprayed the rest across her back and
Trigger Warning:This chapter contains assault. Please read with care.Miss Reneta’s voice rang out from the front of the studio.“Genesis, please come here.”Genesis glanced toward her, noticing the gentle wave. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard.Which brother?She didn’t have any brothers—except Jimmy and Mark—and both were monsters.She didn’t want to see them.She was terrified.She wasn’t the same girl anymore. But Melanie and her friends weren’t them, and the fear she felt now was almost paralyzing.Slowly, Genesis began to make her way over to the ballet instructor, her steps hesitant and slow. Miss Reneta’s brow furrowed as she approached and gently wrapped a hand around Genesis’s shoulder.“Are you okay, sweetheart? You look pale.” She stopped and turned to face her fully, placing a hand on Genesis’s forehead. Genesis nodded.“Are you sure? If you’re not feeling well, you shouldn’t have come to class today. Is that why your brother is here?”That word again.Genesis s
He frowned at his phone, staring at the single text from her. Just two words: Thank you.He didn’t know why, but it unsettled him. Something felt off.Instead of replying, he looked away and focused on the fresh tire tracks in the dirt—the car that had just pulled away. Two of his men had gone to get her what she wanted.Exiting the chat, he switched to his contacts and dialed a number. The line barely rang once before Damon picked up.“Yes, boss.”He got straight to the point. “Don’t leave that place unless she looks okay.”From the passenger seat where he sat beside Leonardo, Damon frowned—until the meaning clicked. His eyes narrowed.“Make sure she’s fine. Do I make myself clear?” Knight added sharply before Damon could respond.Damon nodded, even though the call had already ended. He pulled the phone away from his ear and slid it back into his pocket.Leonardo glanced over with a smirk. “What now? Want us to wrap the little one in bubble wrap so no one breathes too close?”Damon s
Genesis’s heart pounded in her chest, fear crawling over her skin like icy fingertips. Her eyes locked on her phone—dangling carelessly from Melanie’s fingers like it was something dirty or contagious. One wrong move and it would crash to the floor, shatter into a thousand pieces. The thought alone made Genesis feel frozen inside.She couldn't let that happen. Kieran would be upset. Her eyes flicked to the girls around Melanie—her friends—laughing like this was some comedy show.Melanie jostled the phone, her smirk widening with every little shake. Genesis watched, her stomach in knots, each motion a threat.She took a careful step forward, reaching out. But Melanie lifted the phone higher. She was nearly five-eleven. Genesis barely made it to five-five.Genesis rose on her toes, trying to grab it, but Melanie only raised her arm more, grinning like a wolf.“Awwnn, the mute girl can’t reach her phone?” Melanie cooed mockingly.Genesis stopped, breath ragged, her chest rising and falli
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