As I walked with my father towards what I felt was going to be my worst nightmare, he told me in a very low voice:

—       Ana, my daughter, please remove your face, it seems that instead of marrying the father of your child, you are going to sign your death warrant. Please smile, look, this wedding will multiply our fortune.

That made me even more nervous, since my poor father had no idea that Nelson, from that moment on, was actually the owner of a large part of all my assets.

I didn't want to say anything, I just faked a smile, which cost me a lot, because all...