LOGINMatildaI don't know how I feel right now. But I feel a little calmness over myself. When I look at Michael, I feel like I'm not alone and that he will always remain by my side. With him, the burden of having to fight the whole world seems lessened. In this difficult time when I know I am no one, I wonder how Michael still sees me as worthy.I raise my head when the bathroom door opens and Michael comes out with a towel hanging below his waistline. His hair is damp and sticks to his forehead like glue. It makes him look cute and I love it about him. He's just so cute and handsome. The only man I have ever loved.“Going somewhere?” I ask him. He looks at me and I can easily tell that he is hesitant to tell me where he is going. I'd thought we would stay at his place together as I still process this ordeal that happened to me.“Actually...” He gets his right hand at the back of his neck and I know he's struggling to tell me. But why? Thinking I can't handle it? Or that I'm simply vulner
MichaelI rush into the bedroom and Matilda is wide awake, seated upright on the bed with my tablet in her hands. She's looking at it and I fucking bet that it's about the catastrophe last night. “Give me that. You shouldn't be looking at this...” I snatch the tablet away from her and Matilda starts to become hysterical and repeating the same thing over and over again.“They saw it... They saw it, Michael! They saw all of me! They saw all of me!...”I get onto the bed and wrap her in a tight hug. Fuck, I'm going to kill the idiot who published the stupid article. Matilda holds me tightly like she's dependent on me to even take her next breath. This was what I was afraid of - My Matilda having to re enter back into her shell and probably never come out from there again. It took so long for her to finally believe in herself and how she is capable of something far outside just business.But someone fucking ruined her dreams. And I won't rest until I find out who it was.I tap on the int
MichaelI mix two sedatives in Matilda's tea. She's reluctant to have the tea but I make her have it and in under fifteen minutes, she's now fast asleep on the bed in my bedroom. I know having her dozed off is the best for her and it might make her forget about it all for just a couple of hours. I still dread that when she wakes up, she will face those nightmares again.I still sit by her side and watch her sleep soundly and her snoring so subtle and peaceful. I remove a strand of her hair from her face and it makes me so mad whenever I think that she was sabotaged and that someone deliberately did this just to ruin her. I swallow thinking that this isn't going to be an easy thing to fix especially with all of the media knowing about it.I refrain from turning on the TV and having to accidentally come across any footage from the fashion show or I will loose my fucking mind. I know Matilda isn't doing well on the inside. It fucking pisses me off that I was powerless at that moment and
Ronan “Yes! Yes! I did it!” My eyes widen slightly but I don't loose my composure. Because somehow I know I am the cause of this happening. But I don't understand why this would be coming from her instead of Matilda. I have always made sure that Seraphina was loved and pampered. And my other daughter, I often put out a hard face, hiding my emotions so that Hilda doesn't suspect a thing about Matilda actually being my biological daughter. “Isn't that what you wanted to hear?!” Seraphina screams at me again and this time I narrow my eyes at her. What stupidity is this? “What?...” I stare at her and she glares at me. “Lower your eyes when you look at me, young lady. I am still your father and you will respect me. Do you hear me?” I know I need to finally put my foot down here, and it doesn't matter if Hilda continues to give me the dead stares. “Of course I didn't do it. Why would I? But you and everyone else insists on blaming me for what happened to sister. I know we've had our
MichaelThe commotion continues. The fucking media won't let go of such a juicy gossip headlines for their news channels. Fuck. How did this all happen? I still hold Matilda in my arms. I feel her trembling underneath my embrace. Her face is buried in my chest and her hair forbids me from taking a look at her face. She heaves beside me and I feel her crying in my chest. My heart tightens and I clench my jaw. I don't know what to do but I know I need to get her out of here. The whole runway is filled with cameras flashing nonstop. What the hell are the security doing all these time.“We need to take her backstage. Right now.” I look up and Ronan is in front of him. But he's not looking at me. But at his daughter. For the first time I see something else other than the cold exterior look he always had on. His face is warm and he's concerned for Matilda. Or rather he's showing his concern on his face.“Yes!” I come back to my senses and I hold Matilda towards me and help her walk becaus
AmandaI can't help but feel somewhat hazy after Matilda and the others leave the dressing room. I can't stop thinking about the birthmark on Matilda's nape. It's the same as mine. My own mother also had the same bloody mole and on the exact same spot. And Matilda also has the same birthmark. I feel my head is spinning and I walk towards the nearby vanity chair and sit down. I know I shouldn't even think about it and even if I say my thoughts, to others it will all seem like just a coincidence. But such coincidences don't just exist like this. And I don't know why a part of me wants to believe that Matilda.... could be my... But then I remember the midwife informing me that I had given birth to a stillborn baby boy.I had a son and not a daughter. I should let this go but I can't. I feel more restless as the clock continues to tick. I feel sweaty despite the AC running on high. I swallow and inhale before the door of the dressing room opens and Mike walks in. “Hey, honey? I was look
Matilda Lunch unfolds in total calm. We are all paying close attention to Seraphina, who tells us that she's made the decision to quit modeling after thinking about it very carefully. “I've already made my decision,” She sighs. “And, to be honest I'm already a born model deep inside, so I don't ne
Matilda I come out of the salon and I feel very different, I feel confident and a new sense of self. I smile and thank Raquel at the exit before my dad blows the car horn. I get back into the car and I expect dad to compliment me or at least say something good about my new look, but all he asks is
MichaelI say goodbye to Seraphina and give an excuse for having some work. After what Ronan told me about Matilda and I kissing in that alley, I can't help but wonder what kind of a father does such a thing like stalking his own daughter.As I walk to my car, I give Daniel a call and enter my car,
MatildaI wake up with a terrible headache and my head is about to explode. I groan in pain and my vision is a bit blurry but then it clears up and I realize I'm in Michael's bedroom.I slowly sit up and I replay yesterday's events. Grace and I had a great time and I even remember accompanying her







