I'm Bella Rossi, and I've been dating Mateo Franco for six months. He is always pressuring me because I don't want to have a physical relationship yet. It's not that I'm uptight; we just haven't had the right moment.  On Valentine's Day, which was also my 21st birthday. I thought that day would be our special night, but instead I was shocked when I found him in my cousin's arms in the hotel room. The worst part is that I lost control too, ended up drunk and losing my virginity to a man whose name or face I can't remember.  Now I find myself running away like a fugitive from the city where I've lived my whole life. How could I stay there when my cousin, and business partner, who was like a sister to me, betrayed me with my boyfriend? I screamed in her face about how wretched she was for betraying me like that and stealing Mateo. I told her I never wanted to hear from those miserable people again, and there I was judging them for being promiscuous and acting like a prude, and I ended up behaving worse than them.