EPISODE 4

Episode 4

Nicolàs Fredrick (ML): “Ouch… so cute. You’re still the same baby girl. Haven’t changed a bit. You still tuck your hair behind your ear when you lie, señorita… Happy birthday, my love.”

Isabella (FL): “I am not your little girl anymore!! You… You are the worst human being on the face of the planet!”

He chuckled, unfazed.

Nicolàs: “Aww, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, señorita.”

Isabella: “You’re really an a**hole!!”

Nicolàs: “I know there was a compliment somewhere in there, and I’ll gladly take it.”

Isabella: “You!!! You piece of sh*t!!”*

He snickered, leaning in with a smirk.

Nicolàs: “Ah, there it is.”

Isabella: “Pack your sht and go. Get the f*ck out of my sight right now!!!”

He laughed heartily, throwing his head back slightly.

Nicolàs: “You’re so adorable when you’re flustered.”

Isabella: “I... I hate you!!” she screamed, her voice cracking with the storm of emotion.

Nicolàs: “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” he said, his lips twitching into another smirk.

Molten rage surged through her veins. Her eyes narrowed—sharp, deadly, promising destruction.

His POV:

Those eyes—God, they weren’t just angry. They were lethal. They screamed, “I’ve activated my emotional indifference. I could destroy you without flinching.” It was a warning, a shot across the bow, and I couldn’t help but grin.

“Now, that’s going to be interesting,” I whispered to myself.

Her POV:

These eyes of mine... they’re not just angry. They’re my armor. My sword. A brewing storm locked behind lashes. You won’t get to see it fall, Nicolàs. I won’t let you. You don’t deserve that part of me anymore.

And yet…

All around us, whispers swirled like smoke.

Person 1: “Wait... I think I’ve seen him somewhere... Oh my God, I remember now—Nicolàs Fredrick. That’s him! The mafia leader!”

Person 2: “What? The mafia leader?! Are you serious?”

Person 1: “Yeah. I saw his face in the newspaper. He was arrested three years ago. What’s he doing here now?!”

Person 3: “He’s only talking to Isabella… and they’re close. Like, really close. Wait—is she with him? But what about Matías?!”

Person 2: “Didn’t Matías plan something special for her birthday? He… he loves her.”

Suddenly, Matías entered the scene. His eyes widened, locking onto Nicolàs, who had his hand resting possessively on Isabella’s shoulder. That single touch sent a wave of jealousy crashing through him.

Whispers turned into gasps.

His friends watched, stunned, as Matías’s expression shifted from confused to furious.

And then—

Matías stormed forward, grabbing Isabella’s hand and yanking her away.

Matías: “How dare you touch her?! How the hell did you even get out of jail?!”

His voice was loud, sharp, trembling with rage.

He didn’t stop there. He shoved Nicolàs backward and grabbed him by the collar.

Gasps erupted in every direction.

Nicolàs’s entire demeanor changed in a second. The playful, smirking man vanished. His eyes—now glowing red with fury—locked onto Matías.

He clenched Matías’s wrist with a grip of steel.

Nicolàs: “Let her go. Now.” His voice was dark, low, and deadly.

Nicolàs: “Or I swear to God, this won’t end well for that pretty little nose of yours.”

Isabella (thinking): “Damn it… he’s pissed now. I need to get Matías out of here before something horrible happens.”

Nicolàs’s gaze turned icy, his aura suffocating. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke.

Nicolàs: “Give her back to me.” His voice trembled with barely-contained rage. “NOW.”

Matías froze.

A cold shiver ran down his spine. His grip loosened slightly, but his pride didn’t let him back down.

Neither did Nicolàs let go.

Then—

Isabella: “ENOUGH! THAT’S ENOUGH, BOTH OF YOU!! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!”

Her voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

Silence.

Even the whispers faded.

Both men reluctantly let go—Matías first, then Nicolàs, who smirked darkly, eyes still locked onto her.

But before either of them could speak, Isabella grabbed Matías’s hand and turned to Nicolàs, her voice full of fury and defiance.

Isabella: “I LOVE HIM!! NOW GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU B*STARD!!”*

Everyone gasped.

Matías stood frozen for a moment, shock plastered across his face. And then—

His heart soared.

A blush crept up his cheeks. His eyes sparkled.

She said it.

She said she loved him.

Sunlight poured into the cracks of his heart. It was like walking on clouds. He had waited years for this—patient, quiet, loving her from a distance—and now… he had her.

Meanwhile, Nicolàs stood motionless.

His body trembled.

His jaw clenched.

Rage boiled inside him like lava.

He took one step forward, but Isabella turned her back to him, walking away with Matías.

That broke him.

Nicolàs: “EVEN IF THE WORLD THINKS IT CAN KEEP US APART—IT HASN’T BEEN PAYING ATTENTION!”

His voice thundered across the campus.

Nicolàs: “BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING—NOTHING—I WOULDN’T DO JUST TO STAY BY YOUR SIDE FOREVER. EVEN IF I HAVE TO KILL SOMEONE!”

His roar echoed.

Students stopped in their tracks. Fear rippled through the air.

Isabella paused for a brief moment. Her back still turned. Her fingers clenched around Matías’s hand.