Marina patted my ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the room as she pushed me toward the door. "Go see what that bitch wants from you…" Her voice was a low growl, laced with venom and something darker—possession.
The sting of her hand lingered on my skin, a silent reminder of who I belonged to. With that, I opened the door and stepped out, leaving Marina to herself, her jealousy still hanging in the air like a storm cloud.
I made my way down the hall, my mind a haze of conflicting emotions—need, guilt, loyalty—all swirling together as I approached Madeline's door. I knocked, the sound sharp in the quiet corridor.
Madeline's voice came from within, smooth and composed. "Come in…"
I pushed the door open slowly, and the scene inside made me pause. Eleanor was there, sitting with her legs crossed, her poised elegance filling the room.
She was dressed in a sleek, form-fitting dress that accentuated every curve.
