**Chapter 1: The Dark Side of the Kardashian Empire**

Kieran Pearce's life had been a blur of foster homes and uncertainty for as long as he could remember. He had given up hope of ever finding a real family, a place to call home. That was until the day he received a call from a social worker informing him that he had been selected for adoption by a prominent and influential family - the Kardashian-Jenner clan. Kieran's eyes widened with excitement as he imagined what it would be like to be part of such a famous and wealthy family. The day of the adoption arrived, and Kieran found himself standing outside the grand mansion of Kris Jenner, his future mother. The imposing structure loomed over him, making him feel small and vulnerable. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the matriarch herself, Kris Jenner. Her piercing gaze seemed to inspect him from head to toe, her expression cold and calculating. "Ah, Kieran, darling," she said, her voice dripping with insincerity. "I'm so glad you're here. You're going to be a part of our family now." Kieran's excitement began to falter as he noticed that Kris Jenner was wearing a pair of worn-out pantyhose, sweat-stained and smelling of stale sweat. He tried to brush off the unpleasant sensation, telling himself that he was just being paranoid. As he followed Kris Jenner into the mansion, he was introduced to his new stepsisters: Kim, Khloe, Kourtney, Kylie, and Kendall. All of them were clad in various states of worn and smelly pantyhose, which seemed to be a staple in their wardrobe. The sisters barely acknowledged Kieran's presence, their attention focused on their phones and social media. Kim, the eldest, looked him up and down before dismissing him with a flick of her wrist. Khloe and Kourtney seemed more interested in their own conversation, while Kylie and Kendall barely glanced at him. Kris Jenner, however, seemed to be sizing Kieran up, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. "You'll be sharing a room with the others," she said, her voice devoid of warmth. "I'm sure you'll get along famously." As the day went on, Kieran began to realize that something was off. The women in his new family seemed to be competing with each other to see who could be the most cruel and dismissive. He was ordered to do chores, fetch drinks, and run errands for his stepsisters, who treated him more like a servant than a family member. As the sun began to set, Kieran found himself exhausted and overwhelmed. He retreated to his new room, feeling like a prisoner in a gilded cage. As he lay on his bed, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was in grave danger. The Kardashian-Jenner women seemed to be circling around him, their eyes fixed on him like predators. And then, as he drifted off to sleep, he heard the sound of pantyhose-clad feet padding outside his room, the soft rustling of worn fabric a stark reminder that he was now a part of a family that seemed to take pleasure in his misery.