Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wet for my Mafia Daddy: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

THAT SAME MORNING..ANA’S POV :-“Ana.. Ana. Wake up already. You’re getting late..”“Yes… I’m up. I’m up... What time is it?”Jumping up from my chair startled, I started looking around with my still sleepy eyes to understand what time of the day it was. Was it dawn or evening?“It’s 5.30 in the morning. You fell asleep while doing your homework again?” Looking at the scattered books and files on the table, I realized that I failed to finish my project again.“Shit! I’m so screwed today. Lyla, help me get everyone ready. I’ll finish the cleaning first.”Stuffing the books back in my bag, I rushed to clean the house before our foster parents woke up. They don’t like their apartment dirty. Once it was done, I went back to our room to make sure all three of the kids were getting ready for school and the little one was awake. After cleaning up the toddler, I took a quick bath and got ready for college before I went to make breakfast for them all.Carrying the the little one in one arm and

ANA’S POV :-I was confused about what just happened or what Jordan meant by that. So, I decided to talk to him about it later. But for now, I have to talk to Mr Hance about the project first.“What is this Ana? You failed to submit your project again? I gave you two extra days to finish it, but you still failed to do it. How long will this go on for? Just because you live in foster care, do you expect everyone to have pity on you and pass you on tests? Those days are over now. You left me with no choice but to fail you this semester.”“Sir, please. Give me one more day. I will give you the papers by tomorrow. I promise. I just need one more day. Please, sir. I beg you.” He took a deep breath as he gave it another thought.,“Fine. I’ll give you another opportunity. I’m going to call your foster parents and let them know what you’re doing in college. And if they promise me that you’ll do better in the future, I will give you two more days to finish the project.” My eyes went wide the mo

The moment I stepped through the college gates, something felt... off.It was in the air. A strange tension crawling across my skin like static. The usual jeers and cruel laughter didn’t echo through the courtyard the way they normally did. No one threw paper balls at me. No one shoved past me at the locker.They were watching me again.But this time... it was different.I stepped through the college gates, pulling my hood low over my forehead as the frayed strap of my secondhand bag dug into my sore shoulder. I was used to the stares. The whispered names. The way people scooted aside like I was contagious.But today… something was different.Their eyes weren’t mocking.They were curious.Wary.Interested?It was a shift in temperature I could feel in my bones—like someone had changed the air pressure around me.I passed a group of girls near the fountain who immediately stopped talking and turned to look at me. Not laugh. Not sneer. Just… stare. As if I were a stranger. Or a warning.