Chapter 156
KATYA POV
I shoved myself inside and slamd the door shut behind just as her footsteps rushed closer, heels striking the floor in quick, angry beats.
BANG.
The impact rattled the door in its fra.
"Katya!" Marina snapped, her voice no longer controlled, no longer polished. "Open this door."
I stumbled back, breath coming too fast, my hand still gripping the handle like it might disappear if I let go.
Another bang. Harder this ti.
"I know you’re in there," she said, her tone edged with sothing dangerous now. "I saw you."
My heart pounded in my ears. I pressed my back against the door, eyes squeezed shut for half a second.
This was bad. This was very bad.The house was silent. No footsteps rushing up. No voices intervening.
Just Marina on the other side of my door—and , trapped between wanting to disappear and knowing she wasn’t going to let this go.
"Open. The. Door," she said again, slower this ti. Each word landed like a threat.
I swallowed, my throat dry, staring at the wooden panel separating us. As if it could protect .
As if it wasn’t the only thing standing between her anger and my face. "Katya," she said again, softer—but it wasn’t kindness. It was warning. "You think hiding makes you invisible?"
My fingers curled into my palms. I didn’t answer. Another bang hit the door, sharp and sudden, making the fra shudder.
I knew—deep down—that if I stayed silent, if I pretended I wasn’t here, she wouldn’t leave. She would stand there all night if she had to.
And I wouldn’t sleep. I wouldn’t breathe properly. I’d just sit on the edge of my bed, waiting for the next strike against the door.
Waiting for her.Slowly, reluctantly, I pushed myself off the wall.
Fear crawled up my spine as I crossed the room, every step heavy, like I was walking toward sothing inevitable.
My hand hovered over the handle. Don’t do this, a voice in my head whispered.
But another voice—calr, resigned—answered back. You don’t have a choice.
I rested my palm against the wood, feeling the faint vibration of her presence on the other side.
Took a breath that barely reached my lungs and I unlocked the door.
The click sounded deafening. I pulled it open just enough to step into the hallway, keeping my body angled, keeping distance between us.
Marina didn’t hesitate. The mont the door cracked open, her hand shot out, fingers tangling painfully in my loose hair, yanking forward so hard my breath left in a sharp gasp.
"What the fuck do you think you’re doing up here?" she hissed, dragging fully into the hallway before I could even react. "At this hour. On this floor."
My back hit the wall, the impact knocking the air from my lungs.
"I—I was just going to my room," I said quickly, the words tumbling over each other. "I live here—"
She laughed, short and cruel. "Live here?" Her grip tightened. "Who gave you permission to be anywhere near his room?"
I shook my head, panic flooding my chest. "I wasn’t— I swear, I wasn’t trying to—"
"Don’t lie to ." She shoved again, harder this ti, her palm pressing against my shoulder, keeping pinned.
"I knew you were a problem from the mont I saw you." Her eyes burned into mine, sharp and furious.
"I knew you were a little snake," she continued, her voice low and shaking with rage. "Quiet. Watching. Waiting."
"That’s not true," I said, my voice cracking despite myself. "I didn’t do anything. I was just—"
"Just what?" she snapped. "Just standing outside my fiancé’s room in the middle of the night?"
My stomach twisted. "He’s—he’s not—"
The words died in my throat when she stepped closer, crowding my space until I had nowhere left to retreat.
I could feel the wall cold against my back, her presence heavy and suffocating. "You’ve crossed your limits," she said. "Do you hear ?"
I tried to push past her, adrenaline finally kicking in. "Let go."She didn’t.
Instead, she caught my wrist, twisting it just enough to stop —not enough to injure, but enough to make it clear she was stronger.
In control.
I sucked in a breath, embarrassing tears burning behind my eyes. I hated that part most—that my body betrayed before my pride did.
"Don’t touch ," I said, even as my voice shook. She leaned in, her smile tight and sharp. "You don’t get to make demands."
I struggled, pulling against her grip, heart racing wildly. "Please," I whispered before I could stop myself. "I just want to go to sleep."
"No" Marina slapped so hard my face went the other way. The impact knocked the breath clean out of .
The world tilted as my back hit the carpet, the air leaving my lungs in a sharp, humiliating gasp.
Marina was suddenly above , her weight pinning down, one knee pressing into the floor beside my hip.
I struggled instinctively, hands pushing at her shoulders, but it was useless. She was stronger than she looked—stronger than I expected.
"Look at you," she spat, her eyes dragging over my sundress with open contempt. "Is this your idea of seduction?"
I shook my head frantically. "No—stop—this isn’t—"
She grabbed a fistful of my hair again, yanking my head back just enough to force to look at her. My scalp burned. "You think wearing this makes you innocent?" she hissed. "You think playing quiet makes you harmless?"
"I wasn’t trying to take anything from you," I said, my voice breaking. "I swear. I just wanted to go to my room."
I twisted beneath her, panic flooding my limbs. "Please. Let go."
The sound of a door opening, slides across the hallway but I didn’t have ti to look normal Marina as a harsh voice cuts through.
"Marina!"
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