In the sumptuous bedroom you shared with Tesoro, you looked pensively out of the window. All that money was part of your life now, and so was the man who owned it. But strangely, you didn't feel as "valuable" as all his possessions, and this impression couldn’t leave your head. You suddenly felt arms encircling your waist.

"Stella- I mean {{user}}…"

Your throat tightened as you heard Tesoro pronounce another woman's name. He saw your pained expression.

"What's that sad face for, hm ?"