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I am Valentina Sierra, daughter of Francisco Sierra and Evangelina Alegre. Sister to Soledad, who is one year older than me, and Lautaro, who is five years older, so as you can understand, I am the youngest in the family.

I have fair skin and light brown hair, although I like to lighten it a bit. I have light eyes, thick eyebrows, full lips, and I'm 1.70 meters tall. I am not exactly the thinnest girl nor do I have overweight; I have a normal body with curves that I hate because they attract unwanted attention.

I was eighteen and believed that my life would be a dream. I had the perfect family, the kind anyone would wish for. I was about to start university, and thanks to my grades, I had been accepted into Harvard. I had been dating Ivan Cervantes for a year, but I followed my family's old-fashioned rules. No sex until marriage. If you do it before, you marry the one who dishonored you, and if you don't marry, you will be nothing but a slut to society.

I had a good group of friends, my beloved boyfriend, my parents, and siblings. What more could I ask for? Loyalty, perhaps? Sincerity? But what I got was a stab in the back.

But people hold many secrets, diverse personalities hiding behind the most beautiful and ideal lives. Money and power transform others, as well as lust, hatred, and a thirst for revenge. Who is free from sin? I thought I was, although I sinned out of naivety, but the blindfold would fall from my eyes eventually.

I curse that night, I curse those who ruined my life, I curse the moment I met them. But the most fragile hearts turn hard, people change, love turns into hatred, and happiness into pain. After all, I was also a spoiled person who threw a tantrum when I lost my sweetness. Aren't we all like that? I believed I deserved the best, I believed my plans would always be well-executed, and the people around me were loyal. Ha ha ha. Loyal?

Everything I planned for myself went down the drain, but I didn't know who betrayed me or what had happened. I only knew that I woke up and luck wasn't on my side. I didn't even remember how I had ended up there, let alone what had occurred.

A series of disastrous events put me on the path of the one who terrified me and hated me. From a broken soul, someone everyone thought they knew but who had a mysterious aura, someone who had been widowed, had a child, and wasn't ready for a relationship, especially with someone my age. Would he be the one to help me change my life? Definitely.

What kind of life would await me by his side? In a world where no one is who they seem to be, only the most intelligent and brave survive, the coldest and most calculating. A world that my future husband knows like the back of his hand.

I never believed it, but my destiny was sealed, and Dorian Cervantes would have a lot to do with it.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: MY LOVES, I THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE AND JOINING ME IN THIS STORY THAT WILL HAVE MANY DIFFERENT SPICES. THERE WILL BE STRONG CHAPTERS WITH SENSITIVE CONTENT. I LOVE YOU🥰🥰🥰🥰

...VALENTINA SIERRA...

I met Iván, the popular guy who was liked by all but didn't seriously date anyone. His grandparents owned a car company as well as several fields where they breed and sell animals, from what I know. If they do something else, I'm not sure, I suppose they do.

The most important things are managed by his uncle, a man who is around 33 years old, I'm not exactly sure. His wife died in a rare traffic accident two years ago, and since then, his interactions with others have worsened. He has a son who is excessively cared for by his trusted people.

I don't know if it's just my impression, but that man looks at all of us with hatred, including my boyfriend Iván, who is his own nephew. He scares me, and I wouldn't see him if it weren't for the fact that my boyfriend spends a lot of time at his house. Even when he organizes a party, he does it at his uncle's house because he is so busy that he rarely shows up, and even if he does, he goes to his room and doesn't come out for the rest of the night.

My best friends are Carla Bermúdez and Alison Villavicencio. They have their occasional "boyfriends" who last maybe a season, if they're lucky. I know they've already had relationships, and they've told me what I'm missing out on, but I still follow the tradition imposed on me by my parents.

I remember a long time ago when they took me for a gynecological check-up because they told me I needed a check-up along with routine tests. In my mother's family, there have been several cases of cancer, and that's why prevention was better.

I truly want to marry Iván, escape from the control of my parents and their vastly different traditions. Sometimes, I feel like they take better care of me than of my sister, who is only a few years younger than me, but I can't understand why. Besides, I don't understand why virginity is so important if, from what I've read, it's just a thin membrane that no one sees. It also doesn't mean that losing it would change a person's life.

I've tried to defend my thoughts, but for my parents, virginity signifies a woman's destiny, and nothing can change their minds. Furthermore, I feel their theory lacks logic. So, what about the victims of rape? I refuse to believe they're sluts.

My parents like Alison, but the opposite happens with Carla whom they detest, although I don't know the reason. So, when Iván organizes a party, I lie to them, saying that I'll stay with Alison, and that solves the matter.

Iván's parties are incredible, his uncle's house fills up completely, and it seems not to bother him. My boyfriend thinks he lives somewhere else, but I don't know, nor do I care, about anything related to that man.

The worst part is that sometimes the demon is in a terrible mood, and that's when I feel fear but also the desire to tell him to go to hell and find out what's going on with him. If his wife died, he should move on, maybe find a girlfriend who can relieve his stress, as my boyfriend says.

My boyfriend and I were playing billiards at the home of the unpleasant and bitter man when he arrived in a very bad mood and too early. I couldn't hide my annoyance, and his hatred towards us was evident. Such a strange guy.

"You, to my office. I need you to explain several things," he looked at Iván with the utmost coldness, who quickly left the place, forgetting about me.

"What are you doing in my house?" he questioned, crossing his arms.

"I was with Iván, don't you see?" I also crossed my arms. He was crazy if he thought I would let myself be intimidated, although deep down, I was nervous.

"If you know what's good for you, stay away from him, from this house, and..." he looked at me threateningly. "Get out of here."

"Do you think you can order me around? And are you threatening me? I'm not afraid of you," I said, looking at him with more hatred than ever.

"GET OUT OF HERE, if you don't want me to throw you out myself," he shouted at me, but then he spoke to me with fury. He shouldn't have repeated the order. I just left.

I decided not to go back to that house until there was a party to avoid crossing paths with him.

I knew that Ivan desired me and that I desired him too. If I just gave him what he wanted, I would have to marry him and bid farewell to my parents' rules. It was perfect, a perfect plan. My friends would assist me, and at the next party, I would execute the plan that would unite Ivan and me for the rest of our lives.

(Dorian Cervantes)

...VALENTINA SIERRA...

The day of the party arrived, and I did what any person my age would do, I asked my friends for advice on how to behave with my beloved Ivan since they had more experience than me.

I wore a crop top and a skirt. I knew Ivan loved my legs, and the idea was to be irresistible to him, so there wasn't much to think about.

I arrived at the party with my friends and quickly spotted my boyfriend, who looked as handsome as ever. He was wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt with a rock band logo on the front. A complete bad boy that everyone liked, but he was only mine.

"Drool less," Carla said, elbowing me.

"Silly," I laughed and gave her a playful push.

"Why are you looking around so much? Are you searching for a backup if he fails to perform?" Alison teased, laughing at her own comment.

Truth be told, I didn't want to see that demon anywhere. He never got involved in these kinds of parties unless he arrived late and went straight to his room, not coming out for the rest of the night.

"The most handsome guy here is Ivan, I don't want anyone else," I replied, annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah, we know, just joking," Carla eased the tension.

What I don't like about Ivan is all his friends. He's too sociable and literally has friends all over the city, from nerds to gang members.

While he was with some of the people I disliked the most, I kept my distance. They would often look at me in a way that didn't sit well with me, so to avoid being a toxic girlfriend, I decided to wait and see him. The night, as my parents would say, was still young, and I needed a few drinks to gather some courage.

I danced with my friends to several songs, sharing drinks, as we always did. I didn't want to get too intoxicated before going back home.

Once I had enough courage, I went to see my dear Ivan, but after some passionate kisses, he told me to go back to my friends for a while as he needed to handle something. I was confused, but considering the friends he had, it wouldn't be surprising if one of them got into trouble.

I returned to my friends, who looked at me with confusion.

"Didn't he perform?" Alison asked mockingly.

"Hahaha, he had something to take care of, I'll join him in a few minutes," I winked at her.

"Let's get a drink, let's celebrate Valen losing her virginity!" she shouted, and amidst laughter, we went to the bar for some drinks.

After what felt like an eternity, I returned to Ivan, and my friends came with me. Ezequiel, the dark-skinned guy standing next to him, drove Carla crazy, and Alison wanted to see if Ivan's inseparable friend was around.

I was feeling a bit dizzy and asked my friends to get me a bottle of water while I was with my boyfriend. I didn't want to end up not remembering what happened on such an important day, nor did I want to vomit during the act, so I thought a little refreshment and waiting for a few minutes would be fine.

I received the bottle, opened it, and took several sips to cool down.

"Can we go to your room?" I asked Ivan playfully.

"You're driving me crazy, doll," he bit my lower lip and pulled, something that drove me wild.

I went to his room or what I believed was his room in that huge house, and there everything spiraled out of control and became confusing.

I started feeling sick, my body felt heavy, and I began to feel disoriented. I clearly heard the door opening and even saw the light coming from the hallway. Someone kissed me forcefully, but it wasn't Ivan; I was sure of it. It felt different, and their hair was not the same.

I heard my clothes rustle and give way. Whoever it was, they had desires for me or for any woman, perhaps they were intoxicated, I don't know.

The dizziness worsened, and I managed to hit that person in their sensitive parts before escaping the room, not even knowing in what condition I was. I was so afraid of being caught or someone doing something to me that I knocked on door after door, I don't know how many, until one opened. I entered, stumbling into things until I lay on a bed and lost consciousness.

I had never seen the room before, and it was dark. Besides, I wasn't well, not well at all. Even if the lights had been on, I'm not sure I would have been able to see anything. All I know is that I arrived in the room with my last bit of strength. I had never felt worse and more confused.

What was happening to me? I didn't know. And where was I? I had no idea.

But I would have preferred to wake up anywhere else but there, and that became crystal clear to me when I finally woke up.

The destiny that awaited me, the bright future, my honor... everything had been tarnished that night by a mere accident, a terrible accident.