Genesis stirred in her sleep, lashes fluttering. She stretched lazily, eyes still closed, and reached her hand to the other side of the bed—empty... and cold. Her eyes snapped open.The room was dark.She shot upright.Where am I? Panic gripped her chest like a vise.Where’s Kieran?Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. This wasn’t their bedroom. She didn’t recognize the walls, the smell, or the eerie silence. Her body trembled as she climbed off the bed, the floorboards icy beneath her bare feet. She walked around slowly, shivering, and reached out again—no bedside table, no familiar lamp.Her heart pounded harder. Her knees nearly buckled. But she didn’t crumble. She didn’t hide in the corner or break down in tears.Instead, she straightened her spine, took a deep breath, and climbed back onto the bed, rummaging through the blankets for her phone.Where is it? she thought frantically.Her fingers brushed something solid—smooth, rectangular. Her phone. Relief swept over her. She turne
Red turned to Revelation, who was pounding her fist into the punching bag like it had personally wronged her. Each blow landed with brutal force, as if she had some deep, unresolved beef with it.Pulling the cigar from her mouth, Red exhaled slowly, letting smoke curl into the air as she watched her daughter. She didn’t speak—of course she knew what was wrong. But something else was swirling in her head, something she couldn't shake.It was the difference between her daughters.Her lips curled faintly, remembering the moment she finally saw Genesis after twenty-three long years. It had taken everything not to reach out and grab her right then and there. Just thinking about it now made her chest tighten painfully.And as for that difference… it was clear as day. Revelation was like Eve—born to fight, to challenge. And Genesis? She was like dawn—quiet, soft, but with a light you couldn’t ignore. Even in her unsure, uncertain posture, there was no fear. That surprised Red more than anyth
Damon stepped into Knight’s office, which was directly adjacent to the room where Genesis was sleeping.He stopped a few feet from the desk. Knight didn’t turn to face him—he just stood silently, gazing out the glass wall that overlooked the endless stretch of mountains.After a moment, Knight finally turned, his cold eyes meeting Damon’s. He stared at him for a few seconds too long, and that made Damon’s stomach twist. Something was off.Then Knight spoke. “They found the tapes.”Damon’s chest tightened. “Yeah. I heard.”Knight nodded once. “I know. But that’s not why I called you here.”Damon stayed silent, unsure. Knight reached for a white envelope on the desk and slid it toward him. Damon’s heart skipped a beat.Had he done something wrong? Had one of the men?He couldn’t think of anything.He picked up the envelope with slightly trembling fingers and tore it open. As he unfolded the paper inside and read the contents, his eyes grew wider and wider. Then he looked up at Knight, s
Genesis's legs felt like jelly as they made their way toward the car. Knight glanced down at her, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist to steady her. She looked up at him with a furrowed brow, and his smirk widened.“It’s jet lag, Princess.”Her frown deepened. Knight leaned down and swept her up into his arms. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed in relief. Her legs were grateful.He laughed. “We’ve really come a long way, haven’t we? I still remember how you used to flinch when I so much as brushed against you. Now I carry you around, and you love it.”Genesis’s cheeks flamed, and he rubbed their noses together playfully.Behind them, his men exchanged looks. They'd long lost count of the times their boss had gone soft and cheesy around her. It was... strange. This was Knight, after all. Not Kieran.Genesis had both sides of her husband wrapped tightly around her little finger.“Anyway, jet lag is—” Knight paused as one of the men opened the back door of
Monica turned around and looked back at the house, where she had lived for years and now she couldn't really believe she was leaving it.She didn’t want to leave.Not like this.Not with nothing.But her heels were already clicking across the floor, echoing hollow and cold. The guards didn’t push. They didn’t need to.Her sons followed behind—Jimmy looking like a kicked dog, and Mark, now had no smirk on his face, he wasn’t even talking.At the front door, she stopped.She turned, just once, taking in the foyer one final time. The chandelier. The staircase. The stained-glass crest above the hallway—Caldwell, it read.But it didn’t belong to her anymore.Behind her, the estate staff stood like quiet statues, watching.And at her side, Mr. Parker cleared his throat. “The car is waiting.”Jimmy blinked, coming to a shaky stop just beside his mother. “Wait—where are we even going?”Parker raised an eyebrow, then stepped down one marble stair, buttoning his jacket.“To the Royal Crest Hote
“Princess…” Knight began, glancing at Genesis from the corner of his eye. She turned to him with a soft smile, her body trembling slightly with excitement and anticipation.“You do know Amelia was faking it back at the pool,” he continued, watching her carefully. “She’s very manipulative.”Her smile faded. A thoughtful expression crossed her face as she stared at her hands for a moment.Knight was about to say more when she looked back up at him and began to sign.“I don’t think so,” her fingers replied.Knight let out a sigh and turned back to the road, tapping the steering wheel once before slowly pulling the car to a stop on the wide tarmac. The black SUVs trailing behind followed suit, parking neatly behind them in perfect formation.The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden light over the concrete. Ahead, the engines of the private jet whirred steadily, the sleek aircraft gleaming like something out of a dream.Knight stepped out of the driver’s seat without a word, risi