GENESIS
He stood up so abruptly from the chair that it startled , and in an instant, all eyes turned to him.
"Excuse us, but we have to take our leave. So sorry about this," he said, and without waiting for a reply, he grabbed my hand.
His grip was firm but not painful as he pulled along, weaving through the tables without slowing down. I stumbled to keep up, my heart racing and my face burning with embarrassnt. The weight of curious, judgntal stares followed us, whispers brushing against my skin.
When we finally pushed through the large doors and into the empty hallway, he didn’t stop. Not until we were outside the mansion, where the air was filled with blinding lights and flashes. Large n quickly surrounded us, ushering us into the car.
Only then did he release my hand.
He turned to face , his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling just a little faster than normal. His eyes dropped to my body, lingering on the way I fidgeted, trying to pull my dress lower, even though it was already as long as it could go.
"You were dripping... with my cum," he muttered under his breath, his voice rough, like he was fighting with himself.
I looked down at my feet, feeling as though the ground might swallow whole.
He took a step closer, then another, until my back hit the car door behind .
"Genesis," he said my na like a warning, but also like a prayer.
I risked a glance up at him. His eyes were darker now, intense, almost wild.
"This is what you do to ," he whispered, his hands bracing the glass on either side of my head, trapping there. "You can’t even sit still without driving crazy."
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words ca out.
He leaned down, his forehead pressing against mine, just like before in the bathroom.
"I wish you could say sothing," he said softly. "I want to hear your voice. I’ve never wanted to hear another person speak like I want to hear you speak."
I swallowed, my throat dry. Finally, I raised my trembling hands and signed, Sorry.
His breath hitched. His eyes fluttered closed for a mont, and when he opened them again, the fire within hadn’t dimd.
"Don’t be sorry," he growled. "I should be the one saying sorry. I put you in a very uncomfortable situation, and I regret that."
Then, without giving a chance to react, he captured my lips with his.
Two days later
"Soone’s all smiles. You look so happy—Kier must be treating you well," Eliana, also known as Margaret, said with a teasing grin. My face imdiately heated up, and the other helpers in the room glanced my way with smiles of their own.
Revelation added a mischievous smile to her face. "She’s glowing," she said, tossing a piece of chicken into the pan. "I bet it’s not just from getting extra sleep either."
The room erupted into soft laughter, and I felt like I might sink into the floor.
I quickly busied myself with my food, pretending not to hear them, but my cheeks burned even hotter.
I picked at the food on my plate. So far, I still hadn’t been able to eat much, and the fact that my past life still had a few lingering clutches on made my stomach turn.
Speaking of my past life, I wondered what Monica and my stepbrothers were doing. It had been weeks since my marriage—a month now—and Monica had yet to step foot in this place. I was extrely grateful for that.
As for my stepbrothers, since the day Jimmy ca here and Kier had warned him, he never ca back. I should’ve been relieved, and I was, but sotis it felt like all this was just a dream. What if Kier suddenly changed his mind and sent back there?
The thought alone raised bile in the back of my throat.
Suddenly, another voice broke the silence. "And are we not going to talk about the fact that Mrs. here looks like you, Revelation?"
My head snapped up, brow furrowing. I looked at Revelation, who had raised an eyebrow so high it almost disappeared into her bangs. She glanced at Katherine, the plump maid who had spoken.
"Is the mist from the beef ssing with your eyes? How do I look like the Mrs.? I wouldn’t dare to dream," she said, a smile on her face, seemingly unbothered.
But I didn’t see any resemblance. Revelation had long, blonde hair that she always wore down her back. Since she was in the kitchen now, her hair was packed into a bun and covered with a hairnet. She had a round, lovely face, way too pretty—and I was just plain.
"I think it’s you who needs to get your eyes checked," Bianca chid in, glancing at both of us. "Isn’t that right, Mrs. Margaret? Doesn’t the Mrs. look a lot like her?"
I turned my head to Eliana, who squinted, like she was ticulously dissecting sothing.
"Katherine is right, and it’s not the first ti I’ve noticed it. There’s a resemblance..."
The other maids nodded in agreent, and Revelation shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. I didn’t bla her—of course, she wouldn’t want to be likened to soone as plain and weird as .
"Yes, and even their nas," soone added.
"Just like the Bible," another maid chid in.
"Genesis, the first book of the Bible, and Revelation was the last."
They continued, and I stared down at my thighs, trying to block out their words.
"Are you sure you’re—"
Suddenly, sothing slamd onto the table, startling .
"Will all of you just stop it?" Revelation snapped, her face set in a frown. "It’s just a coincidence with and the missus. My ma was a religious woman, and she nad after her favorite book of the Bible."
The others exchanged glances before nodding. "Oh yeah, it must just be a coincidence."
They went back to their duties, and I looked up. Revelation smiled at briefly, then quickly looked away.
Just as I was about to stand up, another voice spoke.
"Genesis, Mother’s here."
Imdiately, the
plate of food slipped from my hand as I turned around, crashing to the floor.
That can’t be.
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