ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond-Chapter 168: Moving

Chapter 168: Moving
Chapter 168
KATYA POV
The second floor was a blur of shadows and sharp corners. Every step I took was a battle against gravity.
My back was a sheet of fire, the bandages shifting and pulling at the raw gashes with every movement of my shoulders.
I had wiped my eyes so many times that the skin around them felt bruised and raw, but the tears kept coming.
Not from sadness anymore, but from the sheer, agonizing strain of keeping my body upright. I didn’t want them to see.
I didn’t want Gina to have a story to tell, and I certainly didn’t want Marina to see the salt on my cheeks.
But my body was betrayed by the very pain Romeo had allowed to be inflicted on me. "Hurry up," Gina hissed, her heels clicking a sharp, impatient rhythm on the hardwood.
She didn’t look back to see me swaying, my hand trembling as it skimmed the walls for balance.
"The Donna has been asking for her maid for hours. If she’s in a foul mood because of your sluggishness, it’s your skin on the line, not mine."
I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper. I wouldn’t give her a sound. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a whimper.
We reached the heavy, ornate doors of Marina’s suite. Gina stopped, smoothing her cloths and putting on a mask of subservient grace.
She didn’t knock; she simply pushed the doors open, stepping aside to let me pass first—like a lamb being pushed into a slaughterhouse.
The room was flooded with the golden light of the afternoon, but it felt cold. Marina was standing by the window, now with a silk robe flowing around her, looking every bit the queen she believed she was.
She turned slowly, her eyes instantly finding me. "Finally," she drawled, her gaze raking over my trembling form and the coarse grey uniform that looked like a shroud.
"I was starting to think you’d died in the infirmary, Katya. That would have been such a disappointment. I have so much for you to do."
I stood there, my legs shaking so violently I thought my bones would snap. The room was spinning, the scent of her expensive perfume clashing with the smell of my own sweat and medicinal ointments.
"Gina," Marina said, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "She looks... messy. Wash her face. I can’t have a servant looking like a drowned rat while she works."
Gina stepped forward, a cruel glint in her eyes. She didn’t use a cloth. She grabbed my chin with her bare hand, her nails digging into my skin, and used her thumb to roughly smear the moisture away from my eyes.
"There," Gina mocked. "All clean for the mistress." Marina walked closer, stopping just a breath away.
She reached out and flicked the collar of my grey uniform. "Romeo told me you were a quick learner," she whispered, her eyes dancing with malice.
"Let’s see if he was right." Marina didn’t wait for a response. She stepped back, a cold, triumphant smile spreading across her face as she gestured broadly to the rest of the room.
I hadn’t noticed them at first—I had been too busy trying not to collapse—but now I saw them.
Trunks, designer suitcases, and garment bags were strewn across the furniture and piled near the door.
It looked like an entire boutique had been emptied into the suite. "My husband has finally come to his senses," Marina said, her voice ringing with a sharp, melodic pride.
She practically sang the word husband, dragging it out like a taunt. "He realized that keeping me in this... guest wing... was an insult to my station. Tonight, I’m moving into my rightful room. The room of the Donna."
I stood frozen, the word echoing in my head. Rightful room? My mind raced through the layout of the manor, fueled by a dizzying mix of morphine and terror.
This suite was already grand; it was the finest guest wing in the mansion. If she wasn’t staying here, where was she going?
Did she mean Romeo’s Suite? Was she moving into Romeo’s Romeo with him. Or worse... was she moving into the room right next to his?
But wait! There’s no other room other than mine that was next to his. The thought of that made my stomach turn.
Of course it had to be, remembering when nonna had said about Romeo giving an order for me changing floor.
But come to think of it, Donna room?! If Marina was going to my old room does that mean I had been staying in a room meant for a Donna?!
That can’t be....that can never be...i needed to not think to much of it. jumping into conclusions is bad trait I had.
I kept my gaze anchored to the rug, watching a drop of my own sweat hit the expensive fabric.
"Well?" Marina prompted, her voice sharpening when I didn’t react.
"Don’t just stand there like a statue. These bags won’t move themselves. Since you’re so eager to be a servant, you can start by hauling these to the top floor. Every single one of them."
I squeezed my eyes shut, a sharp pang of something worse than physical pain lancing through my chest.
I couldn’t go there. I couldn’t think about what that meant, if truly my prison was the Donna room.
"Top floor," Marina repeated, her voice cutting through my spiraling thoughts like a whip. "And don’t use the elevator. It’s too easy. You’ll take the stairs." I shot a glare to her which earned me a very sharp slap.
The slap echoed in the room, but I barely felt it. Compared to the white-hot agony radiating from my spine, the sting on my cheek was nothing more than a mosquito bite.
"Don’t you dare look at the Donna in that manner." It was gina. I know this girl was having the time of her life with me being in this situation.
I hope she dies. I hope every single evil thing befalls on her. "Well?" Gina barked, stepping toward me again.
"The Donna spoke. Move!"
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Did I do justice