Married to a stranger billionaire

Chapter 7: The Message

Chapter 7: The Message (Rewritten Version)

I didn’t know when fear turned into curiosity.

But it did.

And that was the problem.

That night, I couldn’t stay in my room.

Not after everything Adrian said.

Not after the way he looked at me… like I had already crossed a line I didn’t fully understand.

The mansion was quiet again.

Too quiet.

Like it was hiding something.

I stepped into the hallway slowly, my footsteps light against the polished floor.

Every sound echoed.

Every movement felt louder than it should be.

I told myself I was just walking.

Just clearing my head.

But deep down…

I knew exactly where I was going.

The west wing.

My heart started racing the moment I saw it.

That hallway again.

That door.

Closed.

Still.

Waiting.

“Don’t go there.”

His voice echoed in my mind.

I stopped a few steps away, my breath uneven.

This was a bad idea.

A terrible idea.

I shouldn’t even be here.

But something felt different tonight.

The air was colder.

Heavier.

Like the house itself was watching me.

I stepped closer.

One step.

Then another.

Until I was standing right in front of the door.

My hand lifted slowly.

Hovering over the handle.

I didn’t touch it.

I couldn’t.

Not after his warning.

Not after the way he said it.

But then…

I noticed something.

My eyes narrowed slightly.

There was something on the door.

Faint.

Barely visible.

I leaned closer, my heart pounding.

At first, it looked like nothing.

Just smudges.

Marks left behind over time.

But as I stared harder…

They began to form something.

Words.

My breath caught.

No…

That wasn’t possible.

My fingers trembled as I reached out slightly—

Not touching the door…

Just close enough to see clearly.

And then—

I read it.

“LEAVE.”

My heart skipped.

The word was faint.

Uneven.

Like it had been written in a hurry.

Or scratched in desperation.

A cold chill ran down my spine.

“That wasn’t here before…” I whispered.

I was sure of it.

I would have noticed.

Wouldn’t I?

My breathing became shallow.

Uneven.

“Leave…”

The word echoed in my head.

A warning.

A message.

But from who?

And why here?

My eyes moved slowly across the door.

And that’s when I saw it.

A mark.

Right beside the word.

At first, I didn’t understand what it was.

Then it clicked.

A handprint.

My stomach dropped.

It was faint…

But clear enough.

Pressed against the surface like someone had tried to push the door open—

Or keep it closed.

I stepped back immediately.

“No…” I whispered.

This didn’t make sense.

No one comes here.

No one is allowed here.

So who—

A sound cut through my thoughts.

Soft.

Right behind me.

My body went rigid.

I stopped breathing.

Slowly…

I turned around.

The hallway was empty.

But the feeling—

The feeling that I wasn’t alone—

It was stronger now.

Heavier.

Closer.

My heart pounded violently in my chest.

“I need to go…” I murmured.

This was wrong.

Everything about this was wrong.

I took a step back.

Then another.

My eyes flicked back to the door one last time.

The word was still there.

“LEAVE.”

And for the first time…

I felt like it wasn’t just a warning.

It was a choice.

One I might not get to make again.

I turned quickly and walked away, my steps faster now, my breathing uneven.

But even as I left…

I could feel it.

That door.

That message.

Following me.

Burning in my mind.

Because deep down…

I knew something now.

Something I couldn’t ignore.

Whatever was behind that door—

Didn’t want me here.