How Did Natasha Escape The Red Room นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Consciousness returned, surrounded by bright lights, the distant hum of traffic. Natasha inhaled sharply, her hand moving to her stomach, she didn’t feel pain. Her eyes opened, white ceiling, pale curtains moving, the smell of jasmine, not antiseptic, not blood or river water.

“Back so soon? How did the date go?” “Thankfully, it was interrupted,” I manage, still breathless. My chest heaves, the words coming out sharper than I mean. Her brow arches. “Interrupted? By what?” “Not what.” I shut the door behind me and lean against it, gripping the wood like it’s the only thing holding me steady. “Who. Natasha. She escaped.” The book slips from my mother’s hand. She freezes, her eyes narrowing with disbelief. “The same Natasha that tried to poison you a few hours ago escaped? Impossible. She was in the dungeons. Guarded.”

She took a deep breath and focused her thoughts on going to her daughter first and taking care of Orlav later. ----- The hiding place was a few meters away, in an abandoned house that no one else used. Natasha opened the lock, because something very technological in a place like that would attract much attention. She entered the house that had some furniture, but they were not important. Natasha passed them and went to a secret room. This place, unlike the others, had a lock by retina. Natasha entered the place where there were many furniture, unlike the other rooms, something planned exactly to confuse who came in. She moved a book from the bookshelf to the side and moved it. Soon after, a

Natasha took the chance and she also started running. Seeing Natasha running away, the reporters started running after her. When Natasha saw the reporters following her, she started running faster and saw a room door open. She immediately ran towards the room and got inside, then she closed the door. Natasha locked the door in fear and stood there still, and the recorders ran past the door. Natasha breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door slightly but she was watching the reports were looking everywhere. Seeing this, she slowly closed the door of the room. Closing the door of the room, Natasha looked around the room and realized that it was an unused room.

Her long coat fully disguised her in the darkness and she blended with the darkness. As the head maid finally scurried off to her bedroom, Natalia took the keys which were hung by a rack beside the doorpost, and proceeded outside. The guards were on duty. She needed a distraction and found one. Quickly, she pulled the fire alarm's lever and the guards ran helter-skelter, trying to discover the cause of the alarm. Natalia took that opportunity to unlock the gate's locks and escape. Natalia ran as fast as she could towards the river., her hair streaming out behind her. The river was her only hope.

She took it and went to the bathroom to dress herself. When she went out of the restroom, she was relieved to see that the maid is no longer there. Natasha sneak out of the room and threaded her steps downstairs. She’s not surprised how huge Howard’s house is. It is solemn in his living room, she wonders if he has any family living with him. She was about to open the door leading to the exit when she suddenly stopped and look for the maid. “Do you know where my car is?” she asked diligently when she spotted her in arranging plates in the kitchen.

Pale, untouched, no trace of what I had burned into memory. Nothing. I felt my breath tighten in my throat. My fists curled where they rested at my sides. By then the maid had returned, panting, clutching a small wooden box in her hands. She reached Natasha quickly, bowing and apologizing still as she led her toward one of the side rooms off the corridor. “Please, come in here, my lady, let me help you. I beg you, please forgive me.” Natasha did not protest. She followed quietly, though her steps were slow, deliberate, her dignity held even in discomfort. The door closed behind them, sealing the hall into silence again.

"And you bribed a servant to poison her food because you were jealous. The baby can't be saved now. You thought you were clever, but you left evidence." My wound throbbed sharply. I tried to push myself up, but Christian stepped down on my hand. "Do you even have any remorse, Natasha?" His heart already belonged to someone else. Any explanation from me would only sound like another lie to him. My silence infuriated him further. He dragged me upright and gripped my throat, his eyes dark with cruelty and despair. "I already promised to keep her out of your sight," he said. "Why did you still go after her?"

“If you can make it to the gate without getting shot, then you’re free to go.” She narrowed her eyes. “Really?” “Mhm.” I gestured towards the field. “All you need do is make it to the gate. Good luck.” Leaving her standing there, I climbed the balcony. Natasha stood by the concrete floor. The moment my gun went off, she dashed into the field, dodging every bullet until she got to the gate. Just like I expected, she got into the car parked outside the gate and drove off.

He held his chest and heaved like one who had just been saved from drowning before sputtering out, “D-devi vedere que-questo…” Rollo was one of those I trusted enough to handle the big things, so he knew he didn't have to wait to get a response from me before leading me to what or where the problem was. I could hear the rapid beating of his heart as he led me out of the hallway to the downbase apartment in the mansion which housed the main torture room for those who borrowed from me but vehemently refused to pay back. The perfect place where Natalia should be but for some reason, someone decided to let her