Episode 1

Hello, my name is Safira Martinez, I am 20 years old and I live with my mother Luciene and my twin sister Samira. I don't live, I simply exist, because everything in my life is a true martyrdom. My mother doesn't love me and doesn't like me at all; her love and dedication are all directed towards Samira. I have a small speech problem, I can't speak. I'm not mute, if that's what you're thinking.

When I was a child, at 6 years old, I suffered a great trauma and since then I haven't spoken. I saw something very horrible and it destabilized me in such a way that after that day when my father passed away, I couldn't speak.

My mother is a very difficult person, and she got worse after Dad was gone. She went crazy, at least with me. When I was a child, she would burn me with the tip of the cigarette she smoked. That hurt my heart so much, and she did even worse things to me. Once, she put me in the same room as her and a man. That was too much for me, a child seeing everything they were doing, and on top of that, that disgusting man touched me and made me do things I don't even like to remember.

From that day on, I've been afraid of men. I can't be touched by the male sex, not even a handshake. My clothes are as covered as possible, showing no part of my body, always with loose blouses and baggy pants. I like to cover my arms to hide the marks from the razor blade my sister made on me.

They are so cruel that one day, fed up with it all, I tried to commit suicide. I cut my wrist and only didn't die because a neighbor came to our house and ended up seeing me lying on the floor and called an ambulance. My life is worthless. At least I finished my studies with great difficulty.

For 6 months I've been working in the kitchen of a diner that, thank God, only has women. The only man is the owner, Mr. Augusto, and he only comes to the diner twice a week. I only stay in the kitchen, and my mother and sister take all my salary, leaving me with nothing. My mother says it's to cover the household expenses.

Katia: What's wrong with you today, Safi? You're so distracted.

I shake my head that it's nothing.

Katia: You can tell me, I'm your friend.

I take the notepad I always carry in my pocket and write for her to read.

Safira: It's nothing, just thinking about my life.

Katia: I understand. I've already told you, if you want to leave your house and come live with me, the doors are open for you.

I take the notepad.

Safira: Thank you, there's no need. I can take it a little longer.

Katia: Don't do anything foolish again.

She runs her hand over the scar on my wrist.

I shake my head no, because next time I'll throw myself off a bridge so no one will stop me, and here in Madrid, there are several.

On the other side of Madrid.

My name is Alejandro Torreto, I am the CEO of Torreto factories in Spain. I currently live with my father in our house here in Madrid. Our largest factory is here. I am 32 years old, and the Torreto family's reputation is not good. We are businessmen, and as long as I can remember, my father has run the Torreto factories with an iron fist. We are highly respected here, and because we are difficult people to deal with, some rumors have arisen about our family being ruthless and cold, sometimes even cruel, but that's our job.

Pablo: Son, we need to talk!

Alejandro: Sit down, Dad. What happened?

Pablo: You need to get married.

Alejandro: Dad, we've already talked about this. I don't want to get married.

Pablo: You have no choice, and the deadline is up. The contract is ending, and I won't lose this chance to get revenge on her.

Alejandro: You're throwing me into a revenge that is yours, marrying me off to some random woman.

Pablo: I'm going to take a daughter from her, and she will regret what she did to me. The contract was signed by the girl's father because they were drowning in debt. I bought their daughter's life, and I'm going to take it.

Alejandro: You want me to get married, okay, I'll get married. Only on paper. I don't want to know about this girl. I don't know what you'll do with her, I don't care. Just leave her there. I don't want to see her face, spare me, please.

Pablo: Okay, I'll arrange it.

He gets up and leaves.

This revenge is still going to cost me dearly. I don't want to get married. I don't want a wife. I live very well with my flings; I don't need a woman nagging me.

I don't know what my father has in his head. He can't forget that damned woman and wants to torture the girl. I'm honestly out of this.

I know that to inherit the entire Torreto fortune, I have to get married. This passes from father to son. It was like that with my grandfather, with my father, and now with me.

I just won't tolerate this for long. I want this woman out of my life as soon as possible. It will only be for 1 year, and then goodbye.

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