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

Chapter 594:

She sipped her coffee, trying to mask her discomfort.

The muffled sounds from upstairs changed, evolving into anguished screams and finally into desperate, gut-wrenching pleas.

The harsh, guttural cries were punctuated by the sharp crack of a whip, reverberating through the grand villa. Katrina’s hands shook, the coffee cup trembling against its saucer.

She’d always known Doug had a dark side, but she hadn’t imagined it was this depraved.

A chill of dread coiled around her.

Just as she gathered the courage to leave, the eerie silence upstairs brought her to a halt.

The door creaked open, and Doug emerged at the top of the staircase.

His sharp, narrow eyes locked onto her, a glimmer of amusement flickering within them.

The intensity of his gaze sent a wave of unease washing over her.

Katrina rose to make her escape, but Doug’s voice pinned her in place.

“Are you here for Joyce?”

She forced herself to respond, “Yes.”

“Second room upstairs. Go on in.”

Without another glance, Doug pushed open the patio door and strolled into the yard, golf club in hand.

Katrina remained frozen, waiting until she was absolutely certain he was out of sight before heading upstairs cautiously.

The door stood slightly ajar, and a faint, metallic scent of blood seeped through the opening.

A servant brushed past her, carrying a cup of coffee in and emerging moments later with a rumpled quilt. Katrina hesitated before pushing the door open.noveldrama

The room was dimly lit. Standing in the doorway, she called out softly, “Joyce?”

Her words seemed to trigger the automatic curtains, which drew back with a mechanical hum.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, pooling onto the polished floor.

Only then did Katrina grasp the scale of the room—an expansive two hundred square meters, barren except for a massive bed and an adjoining bathroom.

Amid the disarray, Joyce sat nonchalantly, one hand tracing the edge of the freshly changed sheets, the other clutching a cigarette.

She inhaled deeply, her head tilted slightly back, exhaling a plume of smoke with a detached air.

“What is it you want?”

She didn’t even glance at Katrina, her indifference speaking louder than any words could.

Katrina’s brows knitted tightly. Her eyes fell on the bruises marring Joyce’s skin.

“You can’t stay with someone like him. If he loses control, he could kill you. How could you get involved with a man like that?”

Joyce flicked the ash from her cigarette, her face remaining unreadable, unmoved by Katrina’s concern.

“What is it you want from me?” Joyce’s voice dripped with weariness, cutting through Katrina’s attempt at sympathy.

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