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They didn't know, but the land, the family business were worth much more than that amount for which they sold their families and their heirs, in addition to promising to remove the uterus so as not to bring offspring to that land, all for money .

So, with just the money and the bags, the other girls left, her mother, Gabriela herself faked her own death, with her mother's help.

- Now, I need to know where did Romano's offspring end up, that his crazy sister threw in the waterfall. - The man said.

- I know where the child is. - The housekeeper said, appearing after the woman left.

In addition to taking control of gambling houses, money laundering, restaurants, they sold their families for money, they entered their parents' offices, took the documents representing each brothel, each control house of each one of them to the Baccia.

The pregnancies of each of them were the downfall, where their families were falling into scandals and misfortunes, not caring about the fact that their mothers would die of heartbreak.

They did everything to hide who the father was, but due to the scandal of the party, it was impossible, they destroyed several lives, in which their parents, to forget their problems or drown their sorrows, drank or played, in the midst of doing both, shaking the entire community, a family tragedy, their lives forever scarred, haunted as long as there was a descendant.

So, taking advantage of the weaknesses of the patriarch of each family that found themselves in their gambling houses, between drinking, they induced them to sign documents, play games, lose money, to the point where they lost everything to the gambling houses, the Baccia bars and pubs, so, it was all a plan, well done, so, taking their businesses, the deeds to their estates, the vineyards, they became the Baccia empire.

Regardless of the fact that they all fell into decay, their families simply lost everything.

Simply put, they no longer had anyone to challenge them, they were indestructible and invincible.

- Where? - Baccia questioned her.

Several years later.

Esmeraldina Bianchi, niece of the Baccio housekeeper, who comes from an ancient traditional Italian family, who lived in the south of Sicily for over 600 years, until Esmeraldina's grandfather, she dreamed of becoming a lawyer, even though she came from a family of only servants and laborers, she would be the first to attempt college in over 600 years.

So, according to her parents, it would be better for her to study something else, she would never get a scholarship, nor would any of the members of the Bacci family give her a scholarship or money to study.

The son and father always went together to offer scholarships and funds for college, that said, the bad tongues, that they divided women, due to both being widowers.

She didn't have the qualifications to ingratiate herself with the Baccios, neither father nor son.

Esmeraldina was a redhead with long red hair, green eyes, quite chubby for her taste, she had pimples, in addition to thick glasses, where she was 190 cm tall, too tall for the standards of the Baccios or any man. .

- You have grown too much, my daughter, in both senses. – His father, a man with thinning hair, which was once brown or red, short and stocky.

The gossip says that Andreas couldn't find any woman after Antonia's death, that he was looking for a wife to help take care of his children who were orphaned and were taken care of by the housekeeper.

An old and rich man, who was 44 years old, but who, due to money and plastic surgery, looked no more than 22 years old, stopped in time, he was a strong, virile, sculptural, handsome and muscular man.

- Your mother donated only the fat to you. – His father Antonio used to say.

Mariana was there with the spatula, she was fat and short, she was a redhead with gray hair, even though she was making pasta.

- I heard this. – Her mother said, hitting her husband on the head with a spatula.

- You were fat when we got married and you haven't changed. – Antonio said.

- And yet you stayed with me. - She said.

- I'm poor, you were poor, no rich man would marry a poor and fat woman. – His father said.

- I'm going to do exercises. – She defended herself.

- Even so, you won't get a man who sees her, even the rich, don't even look at the tailor's niece, or the confectioner's daughter, who calls herself a cook. - He said. – There is no such money for plastic surgery. – His father said.

The unattractive girl spent the day studying, trying to exercise, running in the park, without having managed to lose a kilo, until in the middle of that moment, when she was an intelligent girl who had friends with money.

Since she owed money for college funding, where she spent the day studying, sharing a dorm with some colleagues, she paid for her studies, giving extra classes to those who had difficulties in studying.

Five weeks from now the Baccio's benefactor, Francesco, on which he would visit the college, offer scholarships and grants to the less fortunate, there he was competing for a scholarship, meanwhile, she had luck on her side.

Since he came with his rich colleague who didn't need it, not even the Baccio's gay son, Gabriele's younger brother, who had been a boy who had everything, even if his father remarried, he still would have money.

Since the not-so-bright gay teenager called Francesco was trying to pass the calculus test, he had difficulties in all subjects, if it was fashion he would pass, he dressed well, he chose entrepreneurship.

Without even thinking about it, in addition to making his parents happy and satisfied, but he was going to fail, there was his friend, Amabel, who presented Francesco with extreme difficulty to Esmeraldina.

The blond boy looked from head to toe at Esmeraldina, his fairy godmother as he addressed her.

- Here's the thing, chicken, if you help me pass, I'll help you with a store bath and help you lose weight. – He was gay, affected, lover of green, besides being vegan, contradicting the Italian who ate pasta, he loved green.

Even being thin, a stylist of the future, according to the clothes she saw, the drawings he made, when he attended painting classes, abused a hairspray, thinking about a kilo of makeup, in the midst of taking her in a day of spa

- I have a test in five weeks, you have your fated date at the same time. - He said.

- What subject do you need help with? – Esmeraldine asks.

- All of them, my dear, I missed all classes, I'll need to deliver a work and do a test for the day I missed. - He said.

- You can? - She questioned him.

- You have to tell me if you can. - He retorted her.

- So, if you are a good teacher, I will help you. - He said.

- Let's go to the library. – The girl said.

- When? – He questioned.