“I’ll give you five million for your mother, Clara,” Julián offered with a mocking smile, as he sipped his wine. “But on one condition. Tomorrow you will marry a man I choose for you. A beggar I’ll pick up off the street. And it will be in a grand church, with all the media present and our billionaire friends invited. I want the whole world to see how pathetic you are and how far Clara Valderrama has sunk!” To save my mother, I closed my eyes and agreed. I sold my soul and my dignity to a monster.
The Wedding of Shame
The wedding day arrived. It was held in a grand cathedral packed with members of high society, politicians, and journalists whom Julián had paid to cover “The Wedding of the Beggar and the Princess.” Julián sat in the front row, delighted with his masterpiece.
