ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond-Chapter 103: Where’s nonna?

Chapter 103: Where’s nonna?
Chapter 103
KATYA’S POV
The kitchen was too quiet.
Usually by now, Miss Stella would be humming some old Italian tune while barking orders at anyone who dared touch her counters.
Pots would have been clanging, knives chopping, the smell of veggies thick in the air. But this morning... nothing.
Just the light dripping of water from the faucet and the low sound of the fridge. I wiped down the counter for the third time, though it was already spotless.
My hands needed something to do — anything to distract from the silence crawling over me.
Where the hell was she?
Miss Stella never missed mornings. She was the kind of woman who showed up before sunrise and left after everyone else had gone to bed.
My mind drifted back to the early hours of this morning — her face in the elevator. That strange calm, the tightness around her eyes.
The way she looked at me like she did something I didn’t want to find out.
I swallowed, forcing my attention back to the sponge in my hand. Maybe I was overthinking it.
Maybe she’d just had a long night. Or maybe I was still too emotionally drained to see things clearly.
After Nonna’s story, my head hadn’t stopped spinning. I barely slept. Every sound, every shadow, felt heavier somehow — like the house itself was holding its breath.
I couldn’t even go through with my plan of finding aria, I had just went to the kitchen, drank water and moved back to my room.
But Still... something about Miss Stella’s voice kept echoing in my head.
Oh no, dear. I’m already done.
Done with what, exactly?
I shook my head hard, trying to chase the thought away. I was tired, that was all. Tired and maybe losing it.
The two maids next to me were making breakfast, gossiping loudly about me like I wasn’t even there.
But I couldn’t do shit, and no one was around to stop them. Not anymore. Not now that I was alone.
I was starting to miss Nonna. She would’ve called for me by now. Why wasn’t she? Normally I wouldn’t have given a flying fuck, but still... why?
"Go scrub the second floor floor!" one of those bitchy maids barked, waving a rag at me like she owned the place.
It was already close to noon and there’d been no sign of Nonna or Miss Stella. These two maids had been treating me like a damn slave all morning.
The irony, because technically I was one.
But not theirs.
I was Mr. Salvatore’s—
What the... what did I just think?
I blinked hard, slapping the thought out of me while clutching the rag tighter until my knuckles went white.
A bitter laugh escaped before I could stop it. "Yeah, great, Katya. That’s exactly what you need. Stockholm Syndrome with extra seasoning." Because why did I almost catch myself thinking about being Romeos slave?
I grabbed the bucket while still muttering under my breath and started up the stairs toward the second floor, the sound of the haters laughter chasing me all the way up.
Each step under my feet, echoed through the quiet hall. The bucket in my hand felt heavier with every step, sloshing faintly with water that suddenly seemed too loud.
The second floor was too still. Normally, I’d hear the guards voice from down the hall, talking to each other or yelling at themselves for being useless.
But now... nothing. Just silence.
I glanced toward nonna’s room out of habit and froze. Her door was open.
Not halfway, not cracked, wide open.
Nonna hated leaving her door open. She said it let in "bad spirits" and nosy ears. So seeing it like that made my stomach twist immediately.
"Nonna?" I called softly, but my voice barely made a sound.
No answer.
i set the bucket down quietly by the wall and stepped closer. The air near her room felt... off. Colder.
When I reached the doorway, I stopped dead.
The room was a mess.
Drawers half-open, her shawl crumpled on the floor, pillows tossed aside like someone had searched through them.
Even the little rosary she always kept by the bed was gone. My throat went dry.
"Nonna?" I tried again, louder this time. Still nothing.
The sunlight from the window cast harsh stripes across the floor. My pulse jumped.
This wasn’t right. Nonna wasn’t careless. She never left a mess. Even when she was angry, her space stayed neat and controlled.
Something must had happened. My thoughts raced, tripping over each other.
Had she gone somewhere? With Miss Stella?
No, if she had, she would’ve told me. She..she liked me, didn’t she?
We had just poured our heart to each other just yesterday. Please don’t....go anywhere.
A chill ran down my arms.
Was this why Miss Stella was acting strange earlier? That weird calm, the tight smile, the way she said she was "already done"?
My stomach twisted again, hard this time.
No. I was just overthinking again. I had to be. Maybe Nonna got called away suddenly. Maybe she was looking for something and she scattered her room.
Maybe I was just imagining things.
Yeah, that had to be it. My brain was still fried from everything that happened yesterday. My nerves were wired wrong, twisting every little thing into a threat.
Still...
My eyes moved back to the open doorway, to the mess that didn’t belong in Nonna’s world. To the empty chair by the window where she always sat, the cushion still indented, like she’d just been there.
Something in me whispered no.
I rubbed my hands against my arms, trying to chase away the chill. "Stop it, Katya. You’re losing it," I muttered under my breath.
"She’s fine. She’s fine." I forced my legs to move, backing out of the room slowly.
Maybe she was in the infirmary. Maybe she went to see Romeo. That made sense, right?
Nonna doted on him like he was made of gold. If he so much as sneezed, she’d send half the house into panic.
And if he’d finally woken up—
My stomach flopped at the thought, and I hated that it did. I hated that his name could still do that to me after everything.
Could still make me flinch. I hissed under my breath, grabbing the bucket again just to have something to hold.
Should I go check the infirmary? I shook my head, I’m always paranoid at people who I start caring for and I start thinking the worst for them. I shouldn’t do that.
But.."I’ll just go check," I said quietly, i just needed to convince myself. "Just to make sure I’m not overthinking."
The hall felt longer than usual as I walked towards the stairs. She’s fine, Katya. You’re fine. Just check the infirmary, see her sitting there with her stupid blanket, and everything will make sense again.
Right?
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Guyyssss I’m in exam mode rn, so I’m really sorry for not updating for almost two weeks.
Like I said this book must be completed
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