The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Katrina's POV

I screamed until my voice cracked, banging on the door with what little

My eyes were filled with tears as they smoke filtered in, making it hard this rate I was going to get turned to crisp.

"Ahh!" I screamed when a lit up wood falls, leaping out of the way to pr

The flames grew larger, and the thick smoke made it hard to see anyth short, sharp gasps.

I needed my inhaler. But it was on the nightstand, and the flames had

I didn't know what to do anymore. I felt really helpless.

I fell to my knees, clutching my chest, my lungs burning as I struggled left to breath.

This was it. I was going to die here, choking on smoke and heat, and 1

No one would cry at my funeral and I doubt there's actually be anyo

Just as the darkness began to take over, I heard the sound of the doo

Did Silas come to save me? For a moment I felt relieved, if there was few more years

The heavy wood broke, and fresh air rushed into the room. Throug caring about the flames at all.

Silas? But no, that didn't seem like him. I practically didn't care abo

He closed the distance between us, pulling me closer to his body. I

"Phillip?" I rasped, barely able to speak.

He didn't respond, just wrapped a cloth around my face and scoop down. But at this moment, that didn't seem like a reasonable thing

And so I clutched his jacket tighter, letting him pull me out of the

The moment we were in the hallway, the cool air hit me like a sla chest still felt like it was caving in.

"Breathe, Katrina," Phillip said, trying to calm me down. But how my neck instinctively.

I needed to breathe but it was hard to. It felt as if I was suffocatir

Phillip cursed under his breath and set me down on the floor, se object from his pocket-a small inhaler.

"Use this!" he ordered, shoving it into my hand.

With trembling fingers, I pressed it to my lips and inhaled as d

Katrina's POV

I screamed until my voice cracked, banging on the door with what little strength I had left.

My eyes were filled with tears as they smoke filtered in, making hard for me see. The room was starting to heat up, and at this rate I was going to get turned to crisp.

"Ahh!" I screamed when a lit up wood falls, leaping out of the way to prevent it from making contact with my head.

The flames grew larger, and the thick smoke made it hard to see anything. My chest tightened, and my breaths came out in short, sharp gasps.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I needed my inhaler. But it was on the nightstand, and the flames had already swallowed that side of the room.

I didn't know what to do anymore. I felt really helpless.

I fell to my knees, clutching my chest, my lungs burning as I struggled to breathe. The smoke curled around me, no oxygen left to breath.

This was it. I was going to die here, choking on smoke and heat, and no one would care.

No one would cry at my funeral and I doubt there's actually be anyone at mu funeral.

Just as the darkness began to take over, I heard the sound of the door being kicked in.

Did Silas come to save me? For a moment I felt relieved, if there was someone here then it meant I was going to live for a few more years

The heavy wood broke, and fresh air rushed into the room. Through the haze, I saw a figure stepping into the fire, not caring about the flames at all.

Silas? But no, that didn't seem like him. I practically didn't care about who it was as long as I got saved.

He closed the distance between us, pulling me closer to his body. The familiar face stunned me for a moment.

"Phillip?" I rasped, barely able to speak.

He didn't respond, just wrapped a cloth around my face and scooped me into his arms. I wanted to fight, to ask down. But at this moment, that didn't seem like a reasonable thing to do. And so I clutched his jacket tighter, letting him pull me out of the room..

to be let

The moment we were in the hallway, the cool air hit me like a slap and I took in greedy breaths. But it wasn't enough. My chest still felt like it was caving in.

"Breathe, Katrina," Phillip said, trying to calm me down. But how could I? My airway felt blocked, and my hands clawed at my neck instinctively.

I needed to breathe but it was hard to. It felt as if I was suffocating, tears filling my eyes as I coughed up the smoke.

Phillip cursed under his breath and set me down on the floor, searching for something frantically. I saw him pull out an object from his pocket-a small inhaler. "Use this!" he ordered, shoving it into my hand.

With trembling fingers, I pressed it to my lips and inhaled as deeply as I could. The medicine hit my lungs like a lifeline, and

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for a moment, I felt relief-But the world was already spinning too fast.

Before I could thank him or say anything else, everything went black and my head hit the floor

I woke up to the dull ache in my chest, people talking in hushed voices around me,

Blinking my eyes open, I realized I was in a different room, the faint smell of smoke still clinging to my hair and clothes.

My throat felt dry, and my body ached all over. I tried to sit up but I groaned in pain, falling back to the bed and shutting my ches

"You're finally awake," someone asked and my eyes shot open.

I turned my head to the direction of the voice and saw Maria standing by the door with her arms crossed and a smug expression on her face. "Enjoy your little stunt?" she sneered and my brows pulled in confusion.

Little stunt?

"What... what are you talking about?" My voice came out hoarse, barely audible. I had my throat filled with smoke.

Maria stepped closer, her lips pulled into a thin line.

"Setting your room on fire? Did you really think that would get you pity from Silas or Phillip? Pathetic." She shook her head, tutting lightly.

What? Why would she think I would set my own room on fire? I barely got out alive. If Phillip hadn't saved me then I would have been dead. How could she?

I wanted to ask all these, but the glint in her eyes told me she knew a lot more.

Before I could respond, the door opened, and Silas walked in. His eyes darted around the room before they fell on me on the bed.

I wanted to tell him that I was alright as I watched him scan my body for any injury.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his eyes lingering on my palm which were bandaged up.

"Yeah." I replied, putting my hands out of sight. They had gotten burnt while I was banging against the door and now it hurts a lot. I wanted to whine, to complain about just how much it hurts, but I wasn't certain what would happen if I did. "Come on, Silas. Don't tell me you're buying her nonsense," Marie hissed, pointing a well manicured finger at me.

Silas' eyes shifted from me to Maria, narrowing slightly.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Maria?" he asked, his voice dropping by a notch.

I didn't want Silas to believe her words or even suspect me.

"She had set her room on fire to gain sympa-"

"And how do you know that?" Silas asked, his eyes boring jokes into her.

Maria faltered for a moment but quickly composed herself. "I was just pointing out the obvious. Katrina set her room on fire. Maybe she thought it'd make her look like a victim."

"That's enough," Silas said sharply, his gaze hardening. "Don't make accusations without proof."

I tried to speak up, my voice, shaking. "I didn't"

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"Silas," Maria interrupted, cutting me off. "Don't let her fool you. She's always looking for ways to manipulate the situation." Isn't that what she was doing right now? She's trying to make me seem like something I'm not, pushing blame on me. I clenched my fists, frustration boiling inside me. "I wasn't-

"Quiet, Katrina," Maria snapped, her voice rising. "We all know you'll say anything to gain sympathy."

Why would I try to kill myself? And in the most painful way possible?

Silas raised a hand, silencing both of us. His eyes locked onto Maria, a dangerous look on his face.

"Enough, Maria. I don't need you to tell me what's going on."

Maria flinched slightly but didn't say anything else, her lips pressing into a thin line.

She seemed angry that Silas wasn't paying attention to what she was saying.

But I was just leaving Silas' office, what time did I have to set my room ablaze?

"Silas..." I started, silently begging him to believe me. It's really not hard for them to accuse me of something I didn't do.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Silas turned to me, his expression unreadable. "Katrina, rest for now. We'll talk later."

I wanted to protest, to explain what had happened, but the weight of everything-Maria's accusations, the fire, and my exhaustion-was too much.

I nodded weakly, watching as Silas shot Maria a warning look before leaving the room.

Maria lingered for a moment, her eyes narrowing at me before she followed him out, slamming the door behind her.

I leaned back against the pillow, my chest tightening painfully.

Whatever had just happened, I knew it wasn't over.

Someone was trying to kill me and I need to find out who.