CH-1 SUPER COLD HEART

CHAPTER 1

SUPER COLD HEART

Prologue:

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After the untimely death of Senior Coleman (Matt's father), his WILL became a problematic and doubted matter. It needed thorough investigations due to the substantial amount of wealth; hence, his family required influential and authoritative individuals to transfer it to its rightful successor.

When the wicked and cunning Catherine (Matt's stepmother) told her greedy politician friend who had already heard about the issue, he asked Matt to marry his daughter, Angela, before he would help them. He did this to gain access to the extreme and extravagant wealth left for Matt.

At The Court

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"Would you let him marry my charming daughter as we discussed?" The shady politician whispered in her ear after he drew her aside when they arrived at the court. "I'm doing this because I want our relationship to flourish and blossom, Cathrine." He lied, concealing his true, self-serving intentions.

"Certainly, I agree. Your beautiful and graceful daughter is a perfect match for my son." Catherine agreed, her greed blinding her.

In the courtroom, Matt, Cathrine, and Angela, the Politician, stood to hear the name of the heir. The cunning politician, who already knew the outcome, stood beside Matt and feigned ignorance.

"I know everything is mine, just mention Cathrine Emi, my husband is gone with his name, I'm no more Cathrine Coleman!" she requested, her voice laced with arrogance. All eyes were on her, but she didn't care.

"Wow, you won't believe this, Cathrine," the judge paused, smiling at Catherine with a hint of pity, "after thorough clarifications and compilation of other documents, Matt is the rightful heir of his father. Everything, except where you live now, belongs to him now. I'm sorry." The female judge declared, hitting her gavel on the table and asking Matt to step forward.

"What...He didn't give me a penny? What am I going to do with that wretched old house!!?" Cathrine cried after the will was announced, her greed and entitlement on full display. "I knew that man didn't love me. He's wicked!" She continued, her voice dripping with bitterness.

"Don't worry, Mother, you can take the new house." Matt offered, placing a document in front of her, but she rejected it, her expectations far exceeding his generosity.

"Congratulations, Matt! Keep the documents safe, we worked hard for them. Thanks to this politician." The Judge advised, a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

Matt and Angela feigned love for three months and paid her off so that she wouldn't return to his life again. He didn't need to be at his billionaire companies all the time, so he decided to live in his own house for some time after the trip to visit all the ten companies across America.

Soon, the cunning Angela showed up in Matt's life again with a devious plan B, inspired by the greedy Catherine, where Kate, a young, sickly, and impoverished maid, becomes their unsuspecting pawn.

END OF PROLOGUE

Kate's POV:

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"I can't marry you. Don't even think of marriage right now, Angela..." His icy, cold voice slid through the partially opened door. Before he could end the sentence, I had already knocked and entered.

"Did I give you any permission to come in!?" He rudely roared at me, his temper flaring.

I thought the other maids had lied when they spoke ill of him, but now I experienced it firsthand. "How would I manage to work as his personal maid if he would always shout at me?" I asked myself, stepping back to knock again, this time waiting for a response, but he didn't acknowledge me.

"You and I know that I don't love you and never will! No! No! Don't come here, please. I need to rest, I'm damn tired." He echoed in his room, his frustration evident.

I didn't know the lady on the other side of the phone, but that was just heartbreaking. I felt sorry for the person this handsome man didn't value. I wished I could help, but it wasn't my place to interfere.

I still stood there, waiting for him to end the call. The next sound I heard was a glass being smashed. I just didn't understand what was going on and what I had gotten myself into. "I quit my job this month; I ain't moving to the next," I whispered, raising my hand to try the last knock.

"You can come in now." He finally approved, his tone still cold and distant.

"Good morning," I greeted, posing with my right hand meeting the left at the back of my waist.

"Why did you do that?" He asked instead of returning my greeting, his brow furrowed in annoyance.

"Did what, Sir?" I inquired, my voice unusually low and timid.

"How could you possibly barge into my room without my permission? That's unprofessional." He scolded, sitting on his bed with a stern expression.

"I'm sorry, the door was partially opened, so I thought I merely needed to knock and enter," I replied, offering a weak excuse.

"Ha.ha..ha," he laughed heartily and clapped, the anger momentarily subsiding from his face. "You sound childish, ridiculous, and funny. How old are you?" He continued, his amusement short-lived as the anger quickly returned to his features.

"I...I...am...23," I answered politely as I tried to control my turbulent emotions. My ailing heart despised intense feelings and overwhelming nervousness. Looking at the stern expression on his face, my trembling hand began to quiver.

"You can only do that at an office, not in my private quarters. How did you obtain the opportunity to work for me? That incompetent head maid did not perform a satisfactory job by selecting you. I wish I were here to tend to my own personal matters!" He angrily suggested and slapped his face with his palms.

"S..sir... I'm so..sor...I'm deeply sorry. I won't repeat that," I promised with sincerity.

He raised his head and looked into my face again. This time, the fierce anger had faded away.

"Hey, what is amiss with you?" he questioned. I had changed the positions of my hands. I was holding both in front of me. This way, I would accumulate more stamina before my ailing heart takes me down.

'Tell him you are unwell, this is the chance for you.' My senses sounded in my ears, but I did not want him to discern I'm ill, else I might lose my job.

"You are trembling, are you intimidated by me? Look, I'm not resentful towards you. This is your inaugural encounter with me in my private space and...just disregard it and clean up this mess," he suggested and pointed his finger at the disarray.

He had smashed his phone on the floor, breaking the screen into fragments.

"Have we met before?" he asked as I knelt to pick up the shattered glass.

"Ermm, I'm apologetic. Not really. This is my first time meeting you, Sir," my heart began to pound, as I started getting moist as well. What the fuck was amiss with me? Getting wet in this situation? I asked myself.

"Why do you keep addressing me as Sir? Call me Matt. I cherish my name," He requested and leaned in his chair.

"Alright, Sir. Oh, Matt," my tongue slipped. He was staring at me as I continued picking each piece from the polished white floor.

"Do you comprehend the notion of love, Kate?" He whispered, looking at me and awaiting a response. He lifted his eyebrow and brushed his hair with his hand.

Everything he did and said aroused me further, and my heart responded to it.

I nodded simultaneously and observed his handsomeness. I understood the rationale that someone was dying for him. No woman would not adore such a handsome wealthy man. His eyes were as bright as the day, and his hair covered his forehead.

"So tell me, have you been in amorous infatuation?" He requested. How could he possibly ask me such a question? I knew perfectly well he wouldn't need me, a maid like me. "There's this childhood companion I cherish, but we've not encountered each other in 16 years now. I'm waiting, tell me what love is. Do you reckon she has moved on or she's searching for me?" He continued.

I felt bashful to tell him. If I fall in love, I may die. This condition didn't require love right now. I actually didn't want to end up like my mother and just like how he was treating someone on the phone in the name of love, I cannot stand that. His eyes were still glued to mine while I just knelt there. He was eager to listen to me.

"I...I...what, love someone. We share the same story."

"Are you attempting to seduce me? hahaha." he laughed. I also had someone I adored, but something transpired and we never saw each other again. If I meet him again, I may love and I don't, I won't love anyone.

Suddenly, someone knocked at the door and entered just as I had done earlier. She was in a beautiful emerald satin dress that matched her elegant footwear. She took off her glasses and dropped her bag on the bed. "I bet she's exceedingly affluent!" She was very captivating and older than I was. For some moments, both of us were mute.

"Angela!?" Matt called, stood up, and faced her.

"Good morning, handsome."

She rushed in to kiss him before she greeted him. My eyes popped out as she did that.

"Pardon us, maid," She ordered.

"You don't work for her. You follow my directives, not hers," Matt also protested.

The rage took over his handsome face again. I was caught between some random love seeker and my boss.

"Please, I need to retrieve the vacuum sweeper," I gave an excuse and stood up.

"You knew one was there all this time but you opted to do it with your hand. Continue with it, you are not going out," Matt still insisted. The situation was unbearable.

"Wait, what? Did you shatter your phone? Was it the slam I heard before the call was cut off?" she inquired. Her face dropped, and tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"Yeah, I did. I think we discussed it. We had an agreement, and now, it's over. Just get over yourself. I warned you, but you consented, Angela. I can not get married!!" Matt concluded as he directed her to depart.

I could not bear the situation anymore. I just wanted to go out. If Love had done the same to me, I don't think I would survive. His actions toward Angela were motivating me not to fall in love with my health conditions, or else I may die.

"They are amputating my hand," I interrupted again, hoping my permission to go out would be granted.

He looked at my face and down at my hands to confirm.

"Alright, but return. I have another task for you," He finally allowed me.

Immediately I discarded the fragments; I returned to peek at them.

"You can't force me to cherish you, Angela. You are a captivating woman, go out there and find yourself a man," Matt spewed.

I seriously didn't know why I wanted to hear more.

"What are you doing there?" I heard a warm strange feminine voice behind me, asking. The voice shocked me to my inner core. My head hit the door open wide, and I sat on the floor, causing all eyes to be on me. Being inquisitive is not the best. I said to myself.