Mathilda’s POV

I’m still trapped in confusion. Maybe I sound insane—after all, I’ve been caught in this twisted drama long before the wedding ever happened. But what Paula has done this time goes beyond anything I imagined. Her control over every step we take… it’s terrifying.

How could she manipulate a pregnancy like this? Paula might just be the most frightening woman I’ve ever met. Terrifying not because she’s loud or cruel, but because her mind is unpredictable—sharp, cunning, and capable of disguising evil so perfectly behind charm.

A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I held my breath, waiting to hear who it was.

“Mathilda, my dear granddaughter, are you awake?”

Ah, of course. Mrs. Rosa.

I rose from the bed and opened the door. “Hello, Mrs. Rosa. Please, come in.”

Her warm smile and gentle presence always make me feel small and undeserving. Sometimes I wish I could hide—anything to avoid meeting her kind eyes. Eyes that look at me with such love and faith… If she o