LOGINFredric’s POV
I have no idea what made my grandmother ask me to accompany this girl. God, my car has never carried a stranger like Mathilda before.
What if her frizzy red hair messes up the back seat? Is her backside even clean enough to sit in my luxury car?
I’m so irritated.
Thankfully, Paula is sweet and understanding. I really didn’t make a mistake choosing her as my girlfriend.
We’ve been together for about three months now, and I’m convinced she’ll be my future wife. Ah, that sounds almost like a joke—but it’s true. I love her deeply.
Paula is the first woman who’s ever made me consider taking things seriously. Up until now, women and beauty were nothing more than a game to me—fleeting distractions I couldn’t care less about.
But Paula was different. She managed to open my heart to real affection, to make me understand what a relationship truly means. Her beauty and her kind heart are beyond doubt.
Unfortunately, Grandma doesn’t seem to approve of her. Every time I mention how close Paula and I have become, she acts cold and dismissive.
“Here’s fine.”
Mathilda’s voice made me hit the brakes instinctively. We had arrived at a small, empty shop not far from her house.
“Hurry up! My time isn’t meant to be wasted dropping you off. If it weren’t for Grandma, I wouldn’t have brought you at all.”
“Darling, mind your manners,” Paula said gently.
“Thanks, Paula. I wouldn’t have wanted to come with you either if it weren’t for Mrs. Rosa!”
I turned sharply toward Mathilda, who had the nerve to answer Paula back. How dare she raise her voice at me? Right after she closed the door, Paula reached over and gently touched my face.
“Why are you so angry?” she asked softly.
“Didn’t you hear what she just said? She’s just a weak woman who has no right to talk back to me like that!”
“You know what kind of world Mathilda lives in, right? Why expect her to answer politely? You should understand that her world and ours are completely different.”
I didn’t expect that response from Paula. I didn’t think she could be that cruel—and I liked it. She’s exactly my type: kind yet sharp, sweet yet ruthless. She’s like a rose—beautiful, but with thorns.
Right now, she’s thinking exactly what I’m thinking: that Mathilda is beneath us, someone who doesn’t belong anywhere near our world.
“You know, I thought you’d take Mathilda’s side,” I said with a smirk. “Turns out, my choice in women was perfect. We don’t need to befriend people like her. Sooner or later, they’ll just take advantage of our kindness. It’s been proven many times.”
Paula smiled widely. Her red lips looked so tempting that I leaned in closer, inch by inch, ready to kiss her. But just as our lips were about to touch, the back door of the car swung open.
“Oh—sorry.”
Mathilda had returned, a backpack slung over her shoulder. That same annoying, timid look was written all over her face, ruining the moment.
“Let’s go, darling,” Paula said quickly. “Let’s take Mathilda home.”
I glared at Mathilda and stepped on the gas.
God. If she hadn’t interrupted, I would’ve had my first kiss with Paula. I’ve never even touched her before—and that’s another reason I know she’s the one. Paula is nothing like other women I’ve known.
I looked at Mathilda through the rearview mirror. She was staring out the window, lost in thought.
“I don’t know what your next plan is, but you’d better understand one thing,” I said coldly. “You won’t be able to take advantage of my grandmother, Mathilda.”
“Darling,” Paula said softly, “why did you say that to her? I’m sure someone like Mathilda wouldn’t have bad intentions. Even if she’s not on our level.”
I met Paula’s eyes and we both smiled knowingly. I don’t know—something in me just can’t trust Mathilda. I’ve always thought she might take advantage of Grandma’s kindness. You never really know what’s going on in the mind of a weak, poor girl like her.
Sometimes, you have to warn them early. Thankfully, Paula stepped in to make my point clear.
“Wow, you’ve really hurt Mathilda’s feelings,” Paula teased lightly. “Look—she’s holding back her tears, Fredric.”
I glanced back. Mathilda was quietly wiping her eyes. She didn’t say a single word about what we’d just said.
“I don’t need your tears, Mathilda,” I said flatly. “I just want you to understand—you’ll never take advantage of my family. My grandmother might be kind, but I’m not stupid. Got it? If you understand, you’ll only stay in our house for one day.”
Still silent. Mathilda didn’t move or make a sound.
I honestly expected her to argue, but she didn’t. Maybe she really is too weak to stand up for herself. She should learn to be a bit more… appealing. Ha.
“Mathilda, why are you crying?”
My grandmother’s question made me tense up instantly. I was afraid Mathilda might tell her about everything I’d said during the drive.
“Um, nothing. I wasn’t crying—just some dust in my eyes. Anyway, Mrs. Rosa, I need to go back to work. I’ll return after my shift. I’m sorry, but I left my father alone.”
Perfect. She knows how to keep her mouth shut.
“Well then, Grandma, can we go have lunch now? Come on, I’m starving.”
Mathilda had already walked away. She gave me a quick sideways glance as she passed, and I returned it with a cold, cynical look.
“Mathilda, wait,” Grandma called out. “After work, wait for us at your workplace. Fredric and I will pick you up—we’re going out.”
I frowned instantly. “What? What do you mean, Grandma?”
“I just thought the three of us should spend some time together. You, Mathilda, and me. Paula won’t be joining us,” she said casually, glancing toward Paula.
I looked at Mathilda, who seemed stunned.
“Alright, you can go now, Mathilda. That’s all I wanted to say,” Grandma added.
Mathilda turned and left quickly. I was frustrated—what on earth was Grandma planning?
“Grandma, why would you come up with something so ridiculous? Where are we even going this afternoon? Paula and I—”
“Shh,” she interrupted firmly. “I don’t want to hear your complaints, Fredric. My decision is final. We’re going—without Paula.”
I could only take a deep breath and follow behind her as she walked ahead.
Honestly, I felt like canceling lunch altogether. My mood was ruined—completely wrecked.
Not even Paula’s soft touch on my back could calm me down.
This is insane.
Mathilda has ruined everything.
FREDRIC'S POVThe bed was unimaginably soft, and the atmosphere was warm and quiet. This room was the best place in the world, so why did I have to leave it?A foolish question that would surely make my grandmother disgusted with me and scold me if I voiced what I was feeling right now."Fredrick?" My grandmother's voice, accompanied by knocks on the door, made me spring up from the bed instantly. When I opened the door, she was as impeccably dressed and composed as always."It's time to leave, hurry up. At least you enjoyed sleeping in your room for an hour, didn't you? And you enjoyed your favorite dishes, which will be very hard for you to taste again. I bet the money I gave you when you and that whore came here has already been snatched by her, hasn't it?"There was only one answer, and I was sure my grandmother already knew it. I simply smiled and kissed her forehead.I said, "Thank you for the food and for your kindness. I'll take good care of this new phone."She said sharply,
MATHILDA'S POVThis old warehouse on the outskirts of the city was as far from luxurious as anything could possibly be. The scent of dust, machine oil, and stale coffee hit me the moment I stepped inside. I walked up to the heavy steel door and knocked three times.The harsh sound of an iron latch being shoved back echoed loudly, followed by a rusty groan as the door swung open to reveal Antonio.He wasn't wearing his leather jacket today; instead, he wore a simple black shirt, slightly torn at the shoulder. His hair was messy, and his eyes... that gaze was still as cold as it had been at the restaurant that day. There was no trace left of the man who had once been a famous commercial star."You're on time." He muttered coldly before turning around without even inviting me in.I stepped inside, letting out a soft, disgruntled huff. Honestly, this man lacked the most basic rules of common courtesy.He walked toward the center of the warehouse, which had been converted into a temporary
MATHILDA'S POVI had tried on at least ten dresses, and every time I walked out of the fitting room, Maria looked at me with an exaggerated, feigned expression of boredom.Maria said mockingly as I slipped into an emerald green silk dress: "Way too flashy, and the cut doesn’t suit your stiff body."She paid almost no attention to my appearance, continuing to scroll through her phone instead. "Your taste is abysmal. You don’t even know how to choose a luxurious fabric."I sighed and looked at my reflection in the mirror. "Perhaps you could offer me some advice, Maria, instead of just complaining."She tossed the dress aside violently and said: "I won’t be with you forever, so you need to raise your value and become much more valuable! No wonder Paula hates you—your level of competition is this low!"Annoyed, I stepped on her foot without thinking. "Didn't I tell you not to bring my personal matters into this?!"She shrieked: "Ouch! That hurts! How rude you are!"Honestly, I don’t know
FREDRIC'S POVMy head felt like it was being crushed inside a machine. The loud music in the penthouse, which once felt like a heartbeat, had now turned into a sharp screech tearing at my nerves.On the glass table in front of me, the white powder was neatly lined up; the only thing capable of stopping this spinning world, even if just for a moment.I took a deep breath through my nose, letting the cocaine take effect, swallowing every trace of guilt and anger, and the image of Matilda smiling at me with all that love that used to fill her eyes."Damn it!"I screamed and slammed my fist against the table with all the raging emotions inside me. I was losing my mind."Damn you, Frederick! Can't you enjoy that cocaine without smashing my things?! What exactly do you want?!" Paula screamed.Her screaming made me stand up immediately. I grabbed the face of the woman who had been stoking my anger all this time."I want you to keep quiet, Paula! Let me be angry, this is none of your business
Matilda's POVThe Grand Avenue Mall in the heart of Samoa felt less like a shopping center and more like a labyrinth of suffocating luxury. The marble floors stretched beneath my feet like an endless sheet of polished ice, reflecting an extravagance I still felt I didn't deserve in the least. For hours, I had been subjected to the ruthless scrutiny of fashion designers, forced to wear a dress by a world-renowned designer that felt like a gilded cage, trapped in high heels no less dangerous than a deadly weapon, and coated in layers of expensive makeup enough to hide the face of a ghost. I felt like nothing more than a stage prop—an amateur actress forced to wear a costume a size too small and play a part she never auditioned for in the first place."Keep your chin up while you walk, Matilda. You’re no longer a cashier hiding in a dark corner of a small shop," Maria whispered, her voice like a sharp knife slicing through the noise of the mall.Even now, standing in Enzo's presence, she
MATHILDA'S POVI sat frozen in the corner of the bed, staring around the room that I still couldn't get used to. It was my third day at Enzo's estate deep in the woods near the Silent Drop region, and also the fifth day since my facial reconstruction.I still didn't understand why he had brought me to this secluded mansion, when on the day I regained consciousness we had been staying at his private residence. That one was directly connected to his company in the heart of Samoa—a Western city not too far from New York. I mean, if I had stayed there, maybe I wouldn't have felt so detached from the life I was used to.This feeling of strangeness was completely different. It was as if I were trapped in a terrible nightmare. I wanted to wake up, but I couldn't. All of this left a paralyzing emptiness inside me."Mathilda, may I come in?"For some reason, just Enzo's voice behind the room door brought tears streaming down my face. I stood up and stared at my reflection once more."I don't k







