The Goddess of Sin

━ 𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖 ━

━ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷 ━

As the car pulled up to the familiar sight of the Lennox mansion, my heart sank like a stone in my chest. "Home," they called it, but to me, it was anything but. It was a den of madness, ruled by a tyrant who demanded to be addressed as "sir." The mere thought of him sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a simmering rage that threatened to consume me whole.

I had pleaded with my mother to let me celebrate my birthday in my boarding school but here, I don't like it much there either because a group of guys who supposedly call themselves heathens like to pick on me. Especially Vaughn Morozov the future Leader of Pakhan a mafia group who is our nemesis, but still it's not that bad  to say the least,  all the bullying is tolerable.
But my words fell on deaf ears. She, too, was a prisoner in this house of horrors, subjected to the same cruelty and abuse that I endured daily. And yet, she remained silent, a fragile flower crushed beneath the weight of her husband's tyranny.

As the car came to a stop, the driver's voice pierced the heavy silence, announcing our arrival. "We have reached, Miss Iris," he said, his words jolting me out of my reverie. I swallowed my anger, forcing myself to take a deep breath and steel my resolve. With a heavy heart, I stepped out of the car, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. My helper retrieved my luggage, but I paid them no mind, my thoughts consumed by the impending confrontation that awaited me inside those imposing walls.
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my nerves, before finally opening them to face the looming mansion before me. It was a fortress, its walls a barrier between me and the outside world, trapping me in a prison of my own making.

I stepped inside the mansion, my eyes scanned the grand foyer, searching for any sign of my mother's presence. "Where is mother?" I asked Amy, her tired eyes meeting mine with a mixture of sympathy and resignation. She is my mother's personal helper elder than her around in her late 50s. She had been with us as long as I could remember, a silent witness to the horrors that unfolded behind closed doors.

"She's... gone out," Amy replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "For your birthday party."

I scoffed bitterly at the irony of it all, the facade of celebration masking the darkness that lurked beneath. It's funny how we pretend to be a happy family in front of the whole world.
Sixteen was supposed to be a milestone, a year of joy and new beginnings. But for me, it was just another reminder of the suffocating reality of my existence in this broken family.

I retreated to my room, closing the door behind me with a heavy sigh. The silence of the room enveloped me like a suffocating blanket, pressing down on me with its weight. I threw myself onto the bed, the softness of the mattress offering little comfort against the storm raging inside me. I
let out a weary sigh, the sound echoing in the silence of my room. But before I could even begin to process the events of the day, the door flew open with a force that made me startle. "Hey, haven't you learned how to knock, asshole?" I snapped, my voice laced with frustration as I turned to face my stepbrother, Ryle Lennox A 5'11 masculine guy with blond hair and dark eyes as dark as his demeanor.

He entered with a smirk, his presence suffocating in its familiarity. "Look who it is, Iris, the birthday girl," he taunted, his words dripping with malice as he approached me. I felt a shiver run down my spine, a sense of unease settling over me like a suffocating blanket. He reached out to touch my face, grabbing it turning it left and right as if inspecting something.
I recoiled instinctively, my skin crawling with revulsion at his touch. "Don't touch me, Ryle," I warned, my voice trembling with suppressed anger as I pushed him away. But he only laughed, the sound grating on my nerves as he advanced toward me.

"Did you forget what happened last time, Iris or do I have to remind you again?" he sneered, his grip tightening on my wrist as he dragged me to the ground with a force that left me breathless. I struggled against his hold, the taste of fear sharp on my tongue as I fought to break free from his grasp. He was stronger, his hold unyielding as he pinned me to the ground with a brutality that left me reeling. And as I lay there, the cold floor pressing against my skin, It felt like I was trapped in a nightmare until my mother stormed into the room, her voice rising in a futile attempt to rein in Ryle's behavior, I watched helplessly from the ground, my heart heavy with despair. "This is how you treat your sister?" she shouted, her words a desperate plea for a reason.

But Ryle's response was swift and brutal, his words dripping with venom as he lashed out at her with a ferocity that made my blood run cold. "Oh, woman, don't teach me," he sneered, his voice filled with contempt. "You're not my mom, and neither is this useless pile of blood and flesh my sister."
With that final insult, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, leaving behind a trail of destruction in his wake. I remained on the ground, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and rage as my mother rushed to my side, pulling me into her arms in a desperate attempt to offer comfort.

"I'm sorry, Iris," she whispered, her voice thick with tears. "You have to go through this."

But I couldn't hold back the flood of anger and frustration that surged within me, the words pouring out in a torrent of bitterness and resentment. "And it's all your fault, Mom," I spat, my voice raw with emotion. "IF YOU HAD DIVORCED THAT ASSHOLE OF A HUSBAND WE WOULDN'T HAVE TO GO THROUGH ALL THIS.I AM SO FUCKING TIRED MOM, I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!"
My mother stared at me in shock, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and helplessness. But I refused to back down, my resolve hardening with each passing moment. "That's what I thought," I hissed, my voice a venomous whisper. "Silence. IF YOU CANNOT STAND UP FOR YOURSELF ATLEAST STAND UP FOR YOUR DAUGHTER'S SAKE!" I stand in order to rush out of the room.

Before I could exit my room I bumped into Edward with a resounding thud, as I fell on my butt I looked at him, no wonder why everybody called Ryle his carbon copy except he's a bit more masculine, has a beard and much older than him.
"Iris Lennox, is that how you speak to your mother?" his voice boomed, filling the room with its commanding presence. But I refused to cower in the face of his anger, my fury burning bright as I stood my ground.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you teach your son how to speak properly first?" I shot back, my words dripping with disdain as I glared at him with unbridled contempt. But he only scoffed, his arrogance unshaken by my defiance.

My mother rushed forward, her voice trembling with desperation as she pleaded for calm. "Calm down, Iris, please...," she implored, her hands reaching out in an attempt to soothe the raging storm within me.

I refused to be silenced, my anger bubbling over in a torrent of righteous fury. "MOM, ENOUGH," I snapped, my voice laced with bitterness and resentment. "You should teach your jerk of a son who just thinks he's superior while all he has done is used and spent our money that YOU CONNED MY MOM OUT OF AND STARTED ACTING LIKE ITS YOURS. But no, Edward, IT'S NOT YOURS. Nor YOUR PATHETIC PIG OF SON'S MONEY! AND IT WILL NEVER WILL,"
Before I could even finish my tirade, Edward's hand lashed out with lightning speed, striking me across the face with a force that sent me reeling. I stumbled backward, my cheek stinging with the sharp pain of his blow, but I refused to back down.

But he wasn't finished yet. With a growl of rage, he lunged forward, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me violently. "You brat better learn to behave, or it won't be good for you," he snarled, his grip tightening with each passing moment. "And how dare you called me by my name, IT IS SIR FOR YOU!"
My mother was desperately trying to free me from my dad's grip but he even pushes her away on the floor.

I rolled my eyes at Edward's pathetic attempt to assert his dominance, I braced myself for the inevitable backlash. True to form, "WHAT WAS THAT? HUH?" he lunged forward, his fingers curling around my hair with a vice-like grip. With a sharp yank, he forced me to meet his gaze, the pain shooting through my scalp like a thousand needles.
The slap that followed was swift and merciless, the sharp sting of his ring slicing through my lip like a hot knife through butter. I tasted blood, metallic and bitter, as I stumbled backward, my vision swimming with pain and rage.

Before I could even regain my footing, Edward's hands were upon me once more, his strength overwhelming as he hurled me to the ground with a force that left me gasping for breath. I felt the sharp edge of the table bite into my skull, the impact reverberating through my bones like a thunderclap. "You better teach your brat of a daughter manners or it won't be good for you both." He warned my mother to which she replied shakingly "Yes sir."
With that he stormed out of the room without even looking back for once.

Through the haze of pain, I heard my mother's frantic cries, her voice a distant echo in the chaos that surrounded me. She rushed to my side, her hands shaking as she ordered Amy "Go bring the First Aid kit fast!"
But even as she tended to my wounds, her words were filled with reproach.
"Why didn't you keep quiet when I told you to, Iris? Look what you've done," she scolded, her disappointment palpable in the air between us. But I couldn't hold back the bitter retort that rose to my lips, the truth burning like acid in my throat.

"YOU STILL THINK IT IS MY FAULT?" I shot back, my voice thick with indignation. "I was speaking the truth, Mom. Oh, come on!"

But my protests had no effect on her as she had already made the decision, her resolve unwavering in the face of my defiance. "You're going back to your school," she declared, her voice firm but tinged with regret. "I'll visit you there tomorrow, okay?"

I simply nodded, too weary to argue any longer. With a heavy heart, I watched as she prepared the car, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions.
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