𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑:
Romantics always believed in revenge
(1344)

EVERYTHING IS GOING EXACTLY THE WAY GENESIS PLANNED HER LIFE TO BE.

Genesis Ackerman is living the extravagant life of a Courtesan.

It was filled with luxury and a blossoming life that any woman could ask for.

Oh, they envied her, with her rich, ebony, smooth skin. Luscious and voluminous curly black hair, a small upturned nose paired with naturally plump red lips, and a perfect set of teeth that's revealed when she smiles bright like the sun, and her striking dark green eyes that sparkle with joy are the most beautiful shade of rich deep yellowish green color that is also partnered with long lashes that distinguish her among the rest.

It was perfect. But it wasn't this ideal as it was until now.

Alexander Windsor, the Duke of Abbeville, got married last year.

And Genesis thought she wouldn't mind, but she did. She thought she would be the Duchess of Abbeville. The life that she wanted slipped away.

She thought beauty and wisdom were enough, but it wasn't. She wasn't born from royalty or from the rich, and she was a servant, a woman of color. Their people weren't accepted so easily unless they had the money and connections and proved themselves to society.

Why was it so hard to have the life she craved more than anything in this world?

And why does she want it so badly?

Because it feels nice to be treated as a normal person and not be looked at with disgust, pity, anger, or degradation.

Genesis wanted respect and honor.

Someone that would treat her like a queen on a pedestal held high regard and be the only one they ever thought of, may it be night or day.

Genesis Ackerman thought she would gain all of that with Alexander Windsor, but she did not.

She was looking in the wrong places.

She should have expected less from a man. Alexander used her. Bragged and boosted her pride, paraded her everywhere.

He took, and she gained nothing.

It was no secret that Genesis Ackerman was a romantic.

And romantics always believed in revenge.

So on their last night of pleasure. Genesis did a spell that would make Alexander never produce an heir of his own. And rightfully so. It's what he deserves after playing her like a game. And now he's playing her game, and she's the master of it all.

There was no way it'll trace back to her. Alexander would never tell anyone that he, a Duke, could not produce an heir that would bring shame to his family.

A Duke without an heir, what an amusing thought.

She loved every bit of it.

Ever since Alexander betrayed Genesis, she made sure to seek out men that take advantage of women.

And she brewed a poison that could end them all. She gave it for free during the dead of night, dressed in heavy black clothing covering her entire face and body so that no one would recognize her. With that, she also makes sure that the women she gave it to forget that they even got it from someone. But they know they have poison.

Day by day, there was sudden news and deaths that were unexplainable to the apothecaries. Genesis is glad she's the reason for everything, but they don't know that. They know nothing at all. It makes it more thrilling, the adrenaline and the rush of it all.

"You need to stop what you are doing, child," Helen warns Genesis as she takes a sip of wine. "Whatever do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. End this before they find out that witches are behind those deaths." Helen gives her a pointed glare, striding towards her and snatching the glass of wine from Genesis' hold. Genesis rolled her eyes, scoffing as she stood up from her seat.

"They won't. I made sure of it." Genesis assures her mother. Taking back the glass of wine from Helen's hand. All that magic she used won't be detected by any other witches. Genesis and Helen are powerful witches, and their magic is like no other.

"It won't be long that they suspect that witches are behind this. And you know as well as any other that our people are the first to blame." Helen continues as Genesis purses her lips. It's true. They are always the first to blame. Theft, murders, and any other horrible acts are all pinned on them.

"There will be a time that we will be treated as we deserve, mother. And here I am, making sure it will happen. Killing those bastards is just one step toward my plans." Genesis answers with confidence. As she turns around and walks away.

Genesis heads towards Amira's cottage. Amira just last month gave birth. Out of wedlock. With no husband to help her and no father for the child to cling to. And Genesis tried to fill the gaps of a missing husband by aiding Amira.

At first, they were both shocked by the news, and Amira thought she was being safe. But then two months went by, and Amira hadn't bled. And Genesis thought of something that could help by letting her magic detect Amira's suspected pregnancy.

And Amira is pregnant. Genesis thought Amira would be devastated, but it was a blessing for her after all. Genesis made sure that Amira's daughter's bloodline would be protected.

"Glad you are here. I am having a hard time putting this angel to sleep." Amira greets Genesis as she enters the cottage and cradles her daughter, rocking her back and forth.

"Let me." Genesis offers as she puts her arms out, Amira then gives her a grateful look, placing her daughter in Genesis' arms, and the babe went silent, instantly falling asleep in her arms. Genesis cooed her and gently placed the babe on the wooden cradle.

"I don't know how you do it," Amira whispers as she looks at Genesis in amazement. And Genesis shakes her head. "Well, I don't know it either," Genesis says with honesty in her tone.

"You will be a great mother," Amira tells her, and Genesis grimaces at the thought. She never wanted children, never thought of it even. It was a responsibility that she could never trust herself with.

"I prefer taking care of your daughter, and I'm truly grateful for an opportunity to try and take care of a babe," Genesis responds with a chuckle as she places a kettle on the wood stove. Heating milk for Amira's daughter so when she wakes up, the milk will be warm.

"You are the best person I have ever met, Genesis Ackerman." Amira smiles at her fondly. "You don't have to be alone in this lifetime. You deserve to be with someone that will love you with everything that they have." Amira places a hand on Genesis' shoulder. And Genesis smiles in return.

"I don't mind being alone, Amira. I have you and my mother. And now I have Emilia to consume my time." Genesis responds with a shrug.

"When you do find someone. Remember that you are not supposed to lose yourself but find yourself. Love is not selfish or cruel. It does not take but gives with no expectation of returning any favors."

Author's Note:
—Merry Christmas to who ever celebrates it!