"The wife of the billionaire magnate, Alexander Líbano, was spotted last night at Encanto Nocturno romantically involved with the CEO of Colleman Construction."

—Read the newspaper, accompanied by photos of me with Erick: holding hands, sitting on his lap, and kissing. In one of them, he was hugging me. But from the angles the photos were taken, it looked like I had initiated the hug. It was clear that whoever took the pictures wanted to incriminate me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the newspaper was yanked from my hands and a harsh slap landed on my face.

—"You filthy whore! We're going to go bankrupt because of you! If that happens, I swear you'll pay for this, Aslin!" —my father shouted, furious, baring his teeth.

—"And that's not all, Dad. Look at how she's dressed—she looks like some cheap street tramp. I know, sister, that you're promiscuous, but at least try to tone it down. Look at what you've done! You've shamed both families. We can't even show our faces—everyone's ta