~Chapter 79~
Katya
AN: Sorry for the late update. I’m really sorry.
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My posture like a stone statue remained rigid with stiffness that seed to intensify, even without the lingering effects of the soul-crushing syringe wearing off.
Though I still had no visual— The unmistakeably shifts in sound and scent told we’d left the car and arrived at the estate – my prison.
The person holding adjusted his grip, and the unfamiliar yet slightly familiar scent of his cologne wafted towards .
it was different different from Roo’s rugged, smoky aroma— Don’t ask but I just knew he wasn’t the one cradling .
The murmur of voices around painted a picture of our surroundings.
Roo’s deep tone being unmistakable, and Mr. Antonio’s calm yet slightly strict voice in the background.
A new voice joined the mix – a gentle feminine voice with an old, soothing lody. The voice was much calr and refreshing.
"Who’s she?" the mysterious woman asked and I snapped my head towards the sound, her words sparking a reaction within .
My eyes strained to pierce the darkness. Even though I couldn’t see, I sensed her presence, her warmth, like a comforting breeze on a cold day.
And surprisingly the effects of the syringe slowly began to fade, outlines started forming through my blindness.
A soft, wrinkled hand grasped my fingers gently, it was warm to hold, a stark contrast to the coldness I was used to.
"What’s your na, dear?" the feminine voice asked. The voice was so soft and gentle like a mother hen speaking to a beloved child but I couldn’t get my lips moving to answer.
So movent occurred after my inability to answer, followed by words in Italian that drifted past .
"È cieca?" (Is she blind?) it sucks to not understand what was being said but then the woman’s tone shifted to English.
"What have you done, Roo?"Disappointnt, utter disappointnt was clear in the woman’s tone but with so concern hovering through her words, creating tension in the room
Roo’s response was nonchalant, but it quickly sparked a reaction. "I just injected her with one of my inventions."
A loud smack echoed through the space, followed by Roo’s groan of pain.
The old woman’s apology was imdiate but in their native language, so I tuned it out, focusing on her final words.
"I’m sorry, but why would you do that?" the feminine voice asked and I heard another voice which sounded like Mr Antonio voiced out slowly, "Because she’s Boris’s daughter."
Hearing my father’s na was like a punch to the gut. I felt the weight of attention shift towards , and the old woman’s hand tightened around mine.
I froze, my stiff body going even more stiff "Boris’s daughter," I could barely hear her whispered that.
Her whisper was barely audible, if I wasn’t focusing all my energy towards my hearing I would have missed it.
The silence that followed was heavy, like a very heavy blanket that suffocated the room.
I strained to see what was happening, hoping to catch even a glimpse of what the heck was going on but my blindness left dependent on my other senses.
Amplifying the tension in the room.
Why was the place so quiet.
Thick, thick silence followed, the silence was so thick it was hard to breath.
Straining all my senses to understand why the place was so quiet, my mind already getting occupied with possibilities.
Was it because I was Boris’s daughter?
No!
It couldn’t be that because I’m that dead man’s daughter for them to be this quiet.
My thoughts swirled, trying to make sense of the situation, when a voice which I would never forget echoed through the space— a voice that had been etched in my mory.
Voice that sent shivers down my spine, even in my dreams,. "Ivan’s right-hand man." The words like a ticking ti bomb.
The elevator’s ding shattered the silence, breaking the heavy tension that had left feeling helpless.
The sudden sound was welcod like a release, a sudden shift in the atmosphere.
But that didn’t still stop my train of thoughts. The silence had being broken, but the tension remained.
Feeling like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into an abyss of unknowns.
Ivan?
The na sparked a mory, a flashback to the mont Roo’s hand had almost ended my life.
My father was his right-hand man? For what? The questions cycled in my mind.
I rembered the secrecy, the hints of my father’s shady business dealings. I’d always known he was involved in sothing dark, but I’d never t his associates, never knew if he had a bigger boss.
The revelation raised more questions than answers.
Hearing about this, about my father’s role was like a— no, it was infact a slap in the face, forcing to rethink my entire life.
I’d been living in the dark, oblivious to the secrets and lies that surrounded . The constant abuse had left lost.
This realization was suffocating, making wonder what else I’d been kept in the dark about.
Maybe my mother was alive?
Delusional? I know but a lady could wish.
The hand holding mine was released, and the room temperature increased. The sudden loss of warmth left feeling isolated and vulnerable.
Like the bad egg. Ti seed to stand still, the silence stretching out.
Then, a quiet sob pierced the air, low and shaking, like soone was trying to suppress a cry.
My heart twisted with empathy, and I strained to identify the source of the sound.
Who was crying? The sob was heart-wrenching, and sorrow filled , even without knowing who the lady was.
A soft sigh filled the air, followed by a gentle push forward on my arm.
Taking the hint, I began walking with the help of the person holding . The soft whoosh of footsteps and a low click signaled our exit from the elevator.
The air changed, growing colder and more sterile. The sll of antiseptic and dication hit hard.
My nose twitched at the imrsed scent, and I knew we were sowhere with a strong dical presence.
The sll was overwhelming, transporting to mories of my father reluctantly taking to the hospital— when my abuse had gone to far and my wounds were bigger than treating myself.
I knew the estate’s main mansion was huge and well-equipped, but I couldn’t believe it housed a fully-fledged hospital.
Or was I wrong?
Are we were at the estate?
Before my escape, I’d cleaned most areas—gym, spa, and I was certain this place was packed with secrets and hidden rooms.
"Right this way, boss!." The sudden sound made jump, and I almost tripped if not for the firm hand holding steady.
The voice was chipper, almost annoyingly so, and it grated on my nerves.
Before I could process the voice and analyze everything, Mr. Antonio’s deep tone shattered the air,
"Take her away." The words were direct, devoid of emotion, and sent dreads down my spine.
Who was being taken away? The answer beca clear as the person holding turned and began moving, pulling along.
Disorientated and unsure of my surroundings or destination. The only presence I sensed was the person holding , and the feeling that we were alone.
Where were we going? Was this the start of my real punishnt? The uncertainty was unsettling, and my mind began to race with worst-case scenarios.
I stumbled slightly, my blindness making every step uncertain.
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Update resu, thanks for all ur support and well wishes. It really ant a lot and pushed to try more. Please bare with this Chapter and I hope to give more better ones than this scrap ಥ‿ಥ
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