In all of Stella's one year, working in Rosaltan Ville, she had never given any man the privilege to share their feeling for her. She dreaded relationships and she hated being owned by anyone.
Ever since she freed herself from the claws of Valentino and his devilish art, she had sworn never to give her heart, body and soul to any other man until death.
Even though she was addicted to reading a lot of romance novels, she concluded that love wasn't meant for everyone. She believed that someone like her, whose destiny was cursed was fated for doom if she ever opened her heart to love.
Thanks to Valentino, Stella hated most men and most importantly she hated sex with passion. The thought of a man touching her skin was like allowing a colony of spiders to crawl over her body.
