Chapter 30 Chapter 30
She had imagined that he lived well—but this was far beyond anything she could have conceived.
Her poor college student's mind simply couldn't process such luxury.
“Is Mr. Wolf still at home?” she asked, hoping he had already left for work.
Enrico seemed surprised by the directness with which she addressed him, but he quickly regained his composure.
“Yes, he is at home.”
“Oh...” Caroline murmured, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “Then I'll... go to him. Could you show me the way?”
The butler hastened to bow.
“Of course, ma'am. It will be my pleasure to accompany you.”
As they walked down the white marble hallway toward the dining room, Caroline couldn't help but think:
He really planned all of this... down to the last detail.
And for the first time, she began to wonder—with an involuntary shiver—if Nicholas Wolf hadn't decided from the beginning that she would belong completely to him.
When Caroline Ford arrived at the dining room, she realized she would never have been able to find her way there on her own.
The hallway was endless, with doors and forks that seemed to multiply with every step—and the impeccable silence of the mansion only reinforced how far she was from her own world.
The dining room, when it finally revealed itself, was worthy of a palace.
A white table, carved with silver arabesques, stretched for almost ten meters. The light streaming in through the tall windows made the room seem ethereal, and the aroma of fresh coffee mingled with the woodsy scent she was already beginning to associate with Nicholas Wolf.
He was sitting at the head of the table, dressed in simple clothes—a white shirt and dark pants—but still carrying an elegance that made it impossible not to look at him.
With a slow movement, he raised his cup, bringing the coffee to his lips.
Hearing the sound of her footsteps, Nicholas looked up.
His dark gaze rested on Caroline, silently studying her.
After a few seconds, his eyebrows moved slightly—an almost imperceptible sign of disapproval.
Caroline stopped where she was, her heart racing.
Even without saying anything, he made her feel as if she had made some serious mistake.
A moment later, Nicholas raised his hand, pointing to the place in front of him.
“Come.”
His voice was low, but the tone of command was absolute.
Caroline took a few hesitant steps toward him, stopping about five feet away.
She stared at him—that cold, perfectly symmetrical face—and tried to control her nervousness.
She took a deep breath, gathering her courage.
“Nicholas Wolf, I... I have something to talk to you about.”
He remained his usual calm, unhurried self.
“Sit down and eat first. We'll talk later.”
“No...” She shook her head quickly. “I don't have time for breakfast.”
Can you send someone to take me to college now? I have an important class today, I can't miss it.
Nicholas looked up again, his expression unperturbed.
“What class? And what time does it start?”
“Performance class,” she replied, looking at her cell phone, distressed. “At ten. I have less than an hour.”
He just nodded.
Nothing else.
His reaction made her even more nervous.
“Nicholas Wolf, yesterday you promised you'd take me to college! You can't go back on your word now!”
A slight smile curved his lips.
“What's the rush? I said I'd let you go.”
He drummed his fingers on the table, motioning for her to sit down.
“Eat first.”
“I...”
“Caroline,” he interrupted, his tone lower now, almost soft, “be a good girl.
His dark eyes stared at her with something that was a mixture of patience and authority.
”I'll take care of this for you. But even if you're in a hurry, you need to eat. You can't go to class on an empty stomach."
Before she could protest, Nicholas picked up his cell phone.
He dialed a number and spoke calmly, in a firm, sharp voice:
“The Department of Performing Arts at the São Paulo Film Academy has a performance class at ten. I want you to change the schedule.”
He paused.
“Yes, move it to the afternoon.”
And he hung up.
Caroline stared at him, completely speechless.
“What...?”
Nicholas put his phone away, looking at her with a satisfied half-smile.
“There. The class has been moved to the afternoon.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“Now you can have lunch with me in peace.”
Caroline blinked a few times, trying to process it.
He just changed a college class schedule with a phone call?
Her heart raced—not from fear, but from sheer disbelief.
She knew Nicholas Wolf was rich... but this was beyond the realm of imagination.
Suddenly, Enrico's words echoed in her head: “The Wolf residence.”
This wasn't just a house.
It was an empire.
And the man sitting across from her wasn't just a millionaire.
He was someone who, with one phone call, could literally move the world.
Caroline Ford stood completely still, her heart racing, as a sudden realization hit her.
She had heard the name Wolf before—who in São Paulo hadn't? The next presidential candidate, Daniel Wolf, was the patriarch of the family. The Wolf Company, in addition to dominating half of the country's financial market, had financed countless public works.
Even her college campus had buildings and libraries erected with that company's seal.
And in that moment, the weight of the truth hit her:
she had married a man who belonged to a family that not only controlled companies — it controlled influence, power, and history.
Nicholas Wolf, with his cold elegance and authoritative gaze, was someone who belonged to a completely inaccessible world.
A man who had reached the top of the business empire while still young, revered by the media, feared by competitors, and desired by all women in high society.
A man like him... would never cross paths with someone like Caroline Ford—an ordinary student with no fortune, no influence, no title.
And yet, he was now her husband.
Caroline's mind spun in disbelief.
If it weren't for that inexplicable “immunity” he had only towards her — that strange exception that made her different from all other women — he would never have looked in her direction.
An embarrassing thought blossomed in her mind:
Maybe... maybe I was the lucky one in this story.
“Come here.”
Nicholas' firm, deep voice interrupted her musings.
She looked up and saw him sitting at the head of the bed, watching her with an arched eyebrow—the impatience evident in his impeccable posture.
“What are you still doing there?” he asked in a tone that brooked no reply.
“Oh... right.” Caroline pulled up a chair next to him, feeling nervous under his intense gaze.
But before she could sit down, Nicholas frowned.
His long fingers tapped softly on the table, the sound echoing between them.
“Not there.” His gaze narrowed. “Sit here, next to me.”
Caroline hesitated, looking at the indicated space. For a second, she thought about refusing... but his tone was non-negotiable.
Swallowing hard, she took a hesitant step and sat down.