They called him Weak, He Became Untouchable

The Ultimate Betrayal

Blood dripped from Nikolas' palm, a crimson trail snaking across the kitchen floor. Andrea stared in disbelief, knife trembling in his own hand. He hadn’t even moved, but now Sofia’s footsteps thundered on the stairs.

“Nikolas! What happened?” Sofia rushed to his side, grabbing a kitchen towel and pressing it against his bleeding hand. Her eyes were wild, searching his face. “Are you hurt? Oh my God—what did he do to you?”

Nikolas sniffled, looking small and pitiful. “Sofia, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just… I wanted to help in the kitchen, that’s all. Andrea got angry. Maybe I was in the way. I was only trying to show I’m not a burden…”

Sofia’s face darkened. She spun on Andrea, voice deadly soft. “You hurt him? Over something so trivial? Jealousy, Andrea? Really? That’s who you are now?”

Andrea’s heart slammed in his chest. This is insane. She actually believes him over me. After everything… “No, Sofia, you’ve got it wrong. I never touched him! He grabbed my hand and—he did it to himself, just now!”

Nikolas' voice was trembling, careful, falsely considerate. “Sofia, don’t be mad at him. Maybe it was just an accident. Andrea must’ve been startled. I shouldn’t have insisted on helping. Please, don’t blame him…”

But Sofia’s eyes were glacial, her words sharp as glass. “Stop protecting him, Nikolas. I saw the way he looked at you. He’s always been jealous. He would rather hurt you than share my attention. Pathetic.”

Andrea felt heat flare in his cheeks—humiliation, rage, heartbreak all tangled together. “Sofia, you’re blind! He’s playing you. You want proof? There’s kitchen surveillance. Check the cameras—you’ll see exactly what happened!”

For a split second, Nikolas' eyes widened—panic, quickly covered by a downcast, apologetic look. “Sofia… it really was my own carelessness. Please don’t fight. I… I don’t want to ruin things between you.”

The sly confidence drained from his face as Andrea mentioned the kitchen cameras. He hadn’t expected that. For the first time, a flicker of real fear crossed his features.

Andrea latched onto it. “That’s right, Sofia. There’s surveillance in the kitchen. Check it. You’ll see exactly what happened—I didn’t lay a finger on him.”

Sofia’s jaw clenched. She stepped closer, arms folded like a shield. “Check what surveillance? I saw everything with my own eyes. It was clearly you who hurt Nikolas, and you still deny it. I never thought you were such a vile man.”

Her words stung sharper than any slap. Andrea stared at her, incredulous. Was she really so blind? Or did she just not care?

Nikolas lowered his head, feigning shame but peeking at Sofia from beneath his lashes. He looked guilty—like a schoolboy caught lying—but Sofia only saw a victim.

Andrea felt the fight drain from him. What was the point? He couldn’t win in this house, not against the endless stream of accusations and Sofia’s unshakable faith in Nikolas' act.

Sofia took out her phone, voice cutting through the air like a knife. “Bodyguards, get in here. Now.”

Within seconds, two large men appeared at the kitchen doorway. Their faces were unreadable, but their presence was menacing.

Sofia didn’t look at Andrea. “Take him. Lock him in the basement. He is not to come out until I return. I’m taking Nikolas to the hospital. And when I come back, I’ll deal with this properly.”

Nikolas tried to look small, but a victorious glint flickered in his eyes. “Sofia… please, don’t be angry because of me. I just want everyone to be happy.”

Sofia stroked his hair, soft and maternal. “You did nothing wrong, Nikolas. I’ll handle everything.”

Andrea wanted to shout, to rage, but his voice caught in his throat. This was what it all came down to? After everything, after years of sacrifice and humiliation, he was nothing but a disposable nuisance.

The bodyguards closed in, one grabbing his arm, the other standing ready in case he struggled. “Let’s go, sir.”

He didn’t resist. What was the point? He was outnumbered, outmatched, and utterly alone.

As they marched him through the hall, Sofia’s voice followed: “Make sure the door is locked. I don’t want him causing any more trouble.”

Nikolas' whimpered for effect. “Sofia, will you come with me? I’m scared. What if it happens again?”

She whispered, “I’m right here, Nikolas. You’re safe with me.”

Andrea barely heard her. His world was shrinking with every step toward the basement, the walls closing in on him, the light fading. His mind spun with everything he wanted to say, all the truths he could never prove.

Why does she always believe him? Why is my word worth nothing? The pain twisted deeper than any wound.