ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond-Chapter 155: Nightdress

Chapter 155: Nightdress
Chapter 155
KATYA POV
Marina stopped at the door, while I stayed hidden, pressed into the shadows near the column, my heartbeat loud enough that I was sure it would betray me.
From here, I could see everything through the narrow stretch of hallway the dim lights allowed.
Marina lifted a hand and paused—not to knock.
To look. The tall glass vase near Romeo’s door caught her reflection, warped slightly by the curve of the glass.
She leaned closer, studying herself with practiced precision.
She adjusted the strap of her nightdress, pushing her boobs to be more exposed, smoothed her hair and tilted her chin.
She checked her mouth, shifting her expression to be bright and flirtousus. Like whatever waited on the other side of that door was something she expected to claim.
She reached for the handle and the door opened without resistance.
That alone sent a strange chill through me.
No knock. No pause. Just entry. Marina slipped inside, and a second later— Click.
The door shut softly behind her. The sound echoed down the hallway far louder than it should have.
I didn’t move. Didn’t freaking breathe. I stood there lie a fool staring at that closed door like it might explain everything if I just looked long enough.
Romeo hadn’t shown up to his engagement. But apparently... he was home?
This wasn’t my business.This wasn’t my place.This wasn’t even my story.And yet, my feet wouldn’t move.
The hallway felt suddenly too quiet. Too aware. Like the house itself was listening.
I finally peeled myself away from the wall, my movements slow, careful, as if any sudden sound would shatter something fragile.
I turned toward my room—the only other door on this entire floor. The one directly across from his.
Whatever was happening in that room— I wanted no part of it. And yet... my eyes still went to it.
I reached my door, fingers brushing the handle when...
BANG. The sound exploded through the hallway like a gunshot.
I flinched so hard my shoulder slammed into the wood behind me. My heart leapt straight into my throat as the door across from mine flew open with brutal force, the hinges groaning like they might tear free.
Romeo stepped out. No—stormed out.
He was wrapped in nothing but a towel slung low around his waist, another twisted over his head, dark and damp, obscuring most of his face.
Water droplets trailed down his chest and arms, catching the low light as if he’d just walked straight out of the shower. Or ripped himself out of it.
His hand was locked around Marina’s wrist. Not gently.Not politely.
Tight enough that her arm jerked forward as he hauled her with him, the motion so abrupt she nearly stumbled over the threshold.
"Romeo—" she started, her voice breathless, startled.
He cut her off with a sharp tug, practically flinging her fully into the hallway like she was nothing more than an inconvenience he wanted gone.
She gasped, heels scraping against the carpet as she caught herself, shock flashing across her face.
I stood frozen at my door, breath trapped in my lungs, eyes wide, unable to look away.
Romeo’s head tilted slightly, the towel shadowing his features—but I didn’t need to see his full face to feel it.
The fury. It radiated off him in waves, heavy and lethal, pressing into the space like a physical thing.
His jaw was tight beneath the towel’s edge, neck muscles strained, shoulders rigid with restraint that looked seconds away from snapping.
The glare he aimed at Marina was deadly. Cold. Final. Unforgiving. The kind of look that didn’t raise its voice because it didn’t need to.
It said leave without a single word. Marina stared up at him, stunned, her earlier confidence cracking at the edges.
Her sheer nightdress clung to her frame, out of place now, almost ridiculous in the face of his anger.
"I just wanted to talk," she said, softer this time, wounded pride bleeding through.
Romeo didn’t respond. He didn’t move closer. He didn’t soften.
He simply released her wrist—abruptly—and stepped back, turning to walking back into his room but his eyes met mine briefly and his glare intensifed but he looked away, slamming his door in Marina face as he disappeared.
Marina stood there for a second too long. Just... stood. Her back was to me, shoulders stiff, spine straight like she refused to let herself fold even now.
But the damage was done. I could see it in the way her fingers trembled slightly at her sides, in the way her chest rose too fast beneath the sheer fabric.
The door to Romeo’s room was shut and sealed. No apology. No explanation. No acknowledgment that tonight—this whole night—had even mattered.
She looked... lost. And that surprised me more than anything else.
Because this was Marina. The woman who had floated through the ballroom like she owned the air itself.
The woman who had smiled through whispers and humiliation and three hours of absence without breaking. Now she looked like someone who had walked straight into a wall she didn’t know existed.
Something twisted uncomfortably in my chest. I didn’t want to feel bad for her. I really didn’t. Not after the looks.
Not after the way she spoke to me like I was furniture. Not after calling him my husband while treating me like dirt under her heel.
But standing there—half-dressed, thrown out, dismissed without a word—No one deserved that.
Marina slowly lifted her head, as if she was gathering the pieces of herself back together. Her jaw tightened. Her lips pressed into a thin line.
Then she turned. Straight toward me. Panic hit instantly.
Oh no. No, no, no.
She hadn’t seen me yet—she couldn’t have—but the hallway was too small, too exposed. There was nowhere to go except—
My room. I moved fast.
I lunged for my door, fingers fumbling with the handle, heart slamming so hard it hurt. I just needed one second.
One quiet escape. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want drama. I didn’t want to be pulled into whatever this was between them.
The lock clicked. Relief flooded me—
"Hey." Her voice cracked through the silence like a whip. My stomach dropped.