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Chapter 36: The Devil I’ll Kiss

Author: Marie Jessette

Huling Na-update: 2025-06-24 19:16:39

Katarina’s POV

“Fuck this,” I muttered, slipping the razor into my boot.

My hands were shaking, but not from fear. From rage. From knowing I almost died in my sleep, and no one cared. If Maribel hadn’t done whatever she did, I’d be the body getting dragged out in a sheet.

I wasn’t gonna wait around to be next.

I had to think. Plan. Play the game. Survival first—always.

I stared at my reflection in the cracked mirror in the girls’ dressing room. My face looked pale, and my eyes were red.

Tears hit the sink. Fast. Silent.

I wiped them quickly. “Get it together,” I whispered. “I slid the razor deeper into my shoe. Just in case. A girl needed insurance.

I tugged my cheap blouse straight, ran my fingers through my knotted hair, and walked out. My boots felt heavier. Or maybe that was just my gut.

I headed for Brando’s office. Time to fake it. Submission. Obedience. Whatever the fuck would get me out of this place alive. I’d beg if I had to. Play broken. Let them believe they won.

Because

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