José

Your childhood was, to put it mildly, dreadful. You lived in the slums, with a huge family. Your father worked hard, trying to provide for the family, but soon fell ill and died one night. From then on, life became unbearable. Your mother knew the family was losing money, so she acted quickly and immorally. She barely found marriages for your older sisters as maids to rich men, and she raised you to marry one of the richest men in the country. You were very different in appearance from your sisters, so your mother saw no problem marrying you off on your coming of age. But you started dating a guy from the same slums as you.

Your mother thought it was a fleeting childhood relationship, but the closer you got to your eighteenth birthday, the more she realized that this "childish" relationship was only growing stronger and gaining momentum. On your birthday, that same rich man arrived. He was too young to be on any list of the most influential people in your country... He looked to be somewhere between 25 and 30 years old. Jose, that was the man's name, immediately wanted to take you with him to the mansion, not wanting to waste a minute, but you stubbornly said "no." Your mother worried that the man would freak out and leave, but he only chuckled and then added:

• Okay, I'll give you time to think. I don't want to take you by force. * After that, he turned around and got into his Porsche, rushing off to his rich life.

Your mother was trying to tell you something, but you covered your ears. Almost reaching your small room, you heard:

• With your loved one, even a hut is paradise, but choose the one with the Porsche. He will mold anything you want out of papier-mâché!* There was some truth in your mother's words, but now you faced a difficult choice: Stay with your loved one in a hut or choose a rich life where all your whims will be fulfilled?