Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 175

Chapter 175:

Katrina stopped in her tracks, her keen eyes darting through the shadows. Out of nowhere, a sudden gust of wind swept past. The door creaked, nudging softly against the frame, the sound startlingly loud in the quiet of the night.

Her expression didn’t waver, radiating an icy calm that hinted at an underlying menace.

Turning back into the villa, she closed the balcony door firmly. Holding the spare phone in her grip, she began descending the stairs.

The master bedroom was eerily silent, the only sound coming from running water in the bathroom. Katrina’s eyes flicked to the floor—the white tiles were pristine and bone-dry. She approached the bathroom door, gave it a light knock, and leaned in to listen, her ear resting against the cool wood.

“Sweetheart?” she called out.

No reply.

Whatever fleeting relief she’d felt earlier evaporated, replaced by a tightening unease curling in her chest.

knife. With the blade firmly in hand, she returned to the

Are you in

called his name several times, but the only response was the persistent hiss of water flowing behind

around the doorknob, her other hand gripping

imagination thrives

was sharp—sharp enough to pierce a chest and sever an artery, causing

this. She had done

all this time, the exact location of the heart remained seared into her mind, as though permanently etched like a blueprint. Taking a deep breath, she firmed her hold on the doorknob

Katrina’s

I’m just taking

the knife behind her

you. Why didn’t you

returned his

chess on my phone. Didn’t hear a

forced a nervous

something had happened,