Chapter 7
Katerina:
I sat on the couch with my head down as I kept my phone on the table.
Nikolay was on almost every ‘breaking news‘ or ‘celebrity‘ page while kissing that woman. Whoever she was, his parents seemed to know he, and getting a tenth call from my mother, I was already aware that they heard of the news,
I didn’t dare answer the phone, knowing that I would be getting hell out of it, and instead, I turned the phone upside down after silencing it, waiting for the boiling anger within me to fade.
It was a deal, I was aware of that, but I never expected to be cheated on this publically, and on the very second day of our wedding.
The door opened, and it took everything in me not to slam my phone against the man’s head. I didn’t care about his affairs, he could do what he wanted, but I cared about my reputation, and that was something that he just ruined.
“You called for me, mom?” He asked, not bothering to look at me. Both his parents were sitting on the couches, and neither one of them dared look at me, let alone say a word, as I got up from the couch, picked my phone, and handed it to him. His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the picture and the news, and seeing another call from mum, I threw the phone on the ground, smashing it, startling everyone in the room, including Nikolay, before walking past him.
I entered the bedroom that he chose for me to stay in. The room that was my prison in this world, and the thing was, I didn’t know what I did to deserve this. Had I known, I would have rejected the marriage and chosen to accept my parents‘ humiliation, at least, whether or not they threatened to ruin my reputation, I knew that they never would. My reputation was attached to theirs, and ruining mine would only ruin their name. But no, I had to be that fucking good girl who listened to her parents and did what was right to help them, well, this was where it led me.
The bedroom’s door was knocked twice, and despite not bothering to answer, it was opened, revealing Viktor, the bastard’s right hand, as he walked inside. His eyes met mine and getting up from bed, I walked toward him and put a hand on his chest, wanting to push him out of the room. He wrapped his hand around my wrist, stopping me. “Nikolay wants to see you.”
“You and your fucking Nikolay can go to hell, okay?” I asked, removing my hand from his. He took a deep breath and shook his head at me before taking a step back.
“He will eventually come up to your room…”
“The door would be locked, and if he wishes to enter, he might as well walk through the doors of the shit hole underworld that he came from. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going out.” I said, taking a step back. I attempted to walk out of the room only for him to stop me.
“Katerina, you are angry right now, but you do realize that the last thing you need is paparazzi seeing you, right?” He asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded and walked back to my bed, sitting on the edge of it as I got lost in my thoughts. Not only has the man caused a major conflict right now. but he ruined a lot for me, work and businesswise, and I still didn’t know what my parents‘ reactio was going to be.
Chapter 7
“Please get out of my room, Viktor, I need to think.” I said, not bothering to look up at him. He didn’t say a word for a few seconds, but nodding, I watched as he walked out and left me to my thoughts.
Think, Katerina, how are you going to get out of this? Think…
It was a while past nine at night that I walked out of my room.
My head was still spinning with a number of thoughts that going out and seeing anyone was the last thing I cared about.
Nikolay, who was sitting on the couch, looked up at me when he saw me walking down the stairs; however, I didn’t bother turning to look at him nor did I bother with saying a word as I entered the kitchen to get myself something to eat.
“Ma’am?” One of the maids asked, seeing as I opened the fridge. She looked down at her feet as It turned to face her, and nodding at the small dining table that was in the kitchen, she wrapped her arm around herself as if ashamed. “My apologies for crossing my limits, but when the girls and I saw that you haven’t joined the family for lunch or dinner, we figured to prepare something for you. and keep it to warm. We set a small dining table for you if you wanted to eat.”
I could tell that she was trying to maintain her professionalism, and respect toward the news that she, and the other maids might have heard. I looked down at my feet for a few seconds, my heart aching at the fact that I was now being pitied. But smiling, I looked up at the woman and nodded.
“Thank you for your kind gesture.” I said, as I opened the fridge again. “But I will be making myself a small cold sandwich before bed. I really do appreciate the efforts placed.”
I took out the ingredients needed. Smoked turkey, toast, tomatoes, and lettuce, before washing and cutting what I needed of them, returning the rest, throwing the edges, and preparing the sandwich. The maids stood baffled by what I was doing, but that was the last thing that I care about, and wrapping my sandwich in a napkin, I washed what I had used, then picked up the sandwich and walked out of the kitchen to find Nikolay standing by the door, waiting for me.
“Lisa, you and the girls pack up your things and leave.” He said coldly. I frowned in confusion, and the girls‘ eyes widened in surprise as they tried understanding his reasons;, and looking down at me, he raised an eyebrow before looking at the maids. “The
At time you wish to put your noses in someone else’s business, this would be a reminder. I expect you all to be out of the house tomorrow, the new staff arrives in a few hours.”
“But…”
“My words are final, do you understand me?” Nikolay said coldly before turning to look at me. His eyes were as cold as ice, and the glare on his face told me that he wanted to address his next words to me; however, not wanting to look at him, I rolled my eyes and walked past him only for him to wrap his hand around my arm, stopping me. He glared at the maids to walk out of the kitchen, leaving us alone.
“Let me go.” I said, glaring at his hand.
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