Episode 4

...VALENTINA SIERRA...

I hear the door of the room open, murmurs, shouts, and even hysterical crying. Confused by the commotion, I open my eyes and find myself in an unfamiliar room, lying in a bed that isn't mine. My clothes are torn, and the sheets are stained with blood. But lying next to me, wearing only his boxers, is Dorian Cervantes, my boyfriend's uncle.

"You loved me like this, but you sleep with my uncle. You're a damn whore!" Ivan shouts, looking at me with absolute disdain.

"Is this the kind of education we provided for you?!" my mother approaches me and slaps me hard.

"If you touch me, you're going to regret it," the person next to me warns as my father approaches with clear intentions of hitting him.

"You have to answer for what you did," my mother scolds him. Answer? Oh no, no, no, it can't be what I think it is. No, for God's sake, no. I have to live my life with Ivan; there must be a reasonable explanation for all this.

I start crying hysterically, clinging to the sheets as if my life depends on it. They can't force me to marry him, for God's sake, are they insane? I can't stand him, and he hates me. He will make my life a living hell. I'd prefer to live in the furthest corner of the world than accept this fate.

"I'd prefer to be dressed for this conversation. If you want your wife to see me naked, you can stay, or if not, close the door on your way out to give me some privacy," he glares at them menacingly, and they leave, closing the door behind them, leaving me inside with the devil.

I cling even tighter to the sheets, trying to wrap myself in them and disappear if possible. This man's gaze is darker than ever, and his eyes are bloodshot.

"Now you tell me why the hell you got into my bed," he grabs my chin forcefully.

"I don't remember, it's confusing," I try to remember, and my head starts pounding.

"Confusing? Your dear family wants a hefty sum for you and also to marry me," what was he talking about? No, that couldn't be.

My parents are practically selling me off because of this disgrace. I don't know if I'm more disappointed in them, in myself, or in this guy.

I get up, covering myself, and I want to go to the bathroom. I feel pain in my lower abdomen, and upon reaching the bathroom and sitting down to urinate, I see that it's red. I started menstruating. For God's sake, could anything else happen to me?

I hear a door slam and people enter the room.

"Can someone help me?" I ask, more than embarrassed. What else could happen to me?

"Miss, we brought you clothes. Do you need anything else?" a voice on the other side, assumed to be from the service staff, asks.

"Sanitary pads, please," I want the earth to swallow me whole.

"Right away, sir said to wait here," the voice replies.

"In the bathroom? Are you crazy?" mental slap to myself for being an idiot.

"In the room, miss," I open the door, receive the pads, and put one next to the clothes the woman brought—she, of whom I only saw her hand.

I go downstairs without knowing where this man might be, but if they think I'm going to marry him, they're all completely insane. I'll sell all my belongings if it means I can escape from this stupid fate.

I don't feel anything different in my body either. I don't feel pain in my intimacy. I don't feel pain in my legs or hips, nothing at all like my friends said happens after the first time.

The bad thing is I saw that idiot with marks on his neck and chest. With that and the bloodstains where I was lying, it's obvious they'll think we had a night of passion. But that didn't happen, nor will it ever happen. Are they crazy? That man and I never...

I try to leave the house, but a man is guarding the entrance.

"Excuse me," I ask politely, but he stands in front of me.

"No," I try to move him, but he's like a brick wall, anchored to the ground. Wide, strong, and tall, just like the door, maybe even a few centimeters more.

"What did you say?" I glare at him in indignation.

"It's orders from the boss."

"I couldn't care less about your boss. I'm leaving here!" realizing that I would try to escape, this intimidating man forcefully grabs me.

"Let me go! Who do you think you are?" I scream, but he ignores me and locks me inside a room.

I screamed, hoping someone would set me free. This was maltreatment as they were holding me captive there. It was absurd.

When he entered the room, I went to strike him. He looked furious, but I still wanted to vent my anger. However, he didn't allow it as he stopped my hand mid-air.

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