**Chapter 1: The Darkness Behind the Mansion's Walls**

The sprawling mansion in New York City was a sight to behold, with its grand architecture and meticulously manicured lawns. It was a symbol of success, a testament to Ivan's thriving businesses that had made him a household name worldwide. For Mary, however, it was home, a place where she had grown up surrounded by her loving family. Or so it seemed. At 14, Mary was a sweet and lively teenager, with a contagious smile and a heart of gold. She loved her life, enjoyed spending time with her friends, and looked forward to the parties and gatherings that often filled the mansion's grand halls. Her two older brothers, James and Charles, had always been the favored ones, but Mary had never felt like she was in their shadow. Not until a couple of months ago, that is. It started with small, seemingly insignificant incidents. James would knock on her door, asking to borrow something, but Mary had specifically asked her family members to respect her room, especially at night. She liked sleeping almost naked, feeling free and relaxed in her own space. But James wouldn't listen. He would slip into her room, lingering by her bedside, his eyes scanning her body. At first, Mary brushed it off as a brotherly gesture, but as the nights went by, she began to feel a growing sense of unease. One night, she woke up to find James's hand on her thigh, his fingers inches from her private parts. She froze, her heart racing, as she quickly pushed his hand away, demanding he leave her room. But James just smiled, a cold, calculating glint in his eye, and told her she was being paranoid. That was the beginning. Since then, James and Charles had taken to entering her room at night, touching her, making her feel like she was living in a nightmare. Mary tried to talk to her parents, but they turned a blind eye, dismissing her concerns as teenage drama. Elaine, her mother, was more concerned about the family's reputation than her daughter's well-being. Ivan, her father, was too busy basking in the glory of his retired status, letting James and Charles run his businesses. The two brothers had always been the golden children, and it seemed like nothing could ever tarnish their image. As Mary lay in bed, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped. James and Charles seemed to have no shame, no qualms about invading her space, violating her boundaries. She felt like she was walking on eggshells, never knowing when they would strike again. The darkness outside seemed to press in on her, making her feel suffocated. Mary's big blue eyes scanned the room, searching for a way out, but the shadows seemed to close in around her. She knew she had to find a way to stop James and Charles, but for now, she was trapped in this living hell, with no escape in sight.