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"And to Auntie, thank you for pretending to be nice all this time because I come from a less privileged family. I appreciate your kindness. After this, I hope we never meet again." Siska left them in shock, feeling uneasy. She had to forget everything related to Bayu so she wouldn't get hurt anymore. Her feet kept walking out of the restaurant in the mall, heading in no particular direction. She quickly wiped away the tears that had started to flow. So this was what it felt like to be Ajeng back then. She chuckled softly. Being poor was indeed difficult. It was easy to be insulted and looked down upon. How could she have thought that she could have a rich husband like Bayu? Not everyone was

Since I was in a good mood I ignored them, maybe I could smile, but ignoring is better. As I walked a group of guys surrounded me and Anna's boyfriend emerged from the wall of people. "You think you can hit me unprepared and get away with it? Do you think I do not know who you are? Nobody, yeah I know, you were a rich boy and your dad lost his money and now you are just a loser, a pathetic no one.."

I blurted out through my clenched teeth. "We’ve known each other since we were kids, and I won’t lie to you—she was the first woman I ever fell in love with, or at least I thought I did. Now I know it wasn’t love," he said thoughtfully, which calmed me a little. "We were very young, had nothing, and life at home wasn’t easy, so we decided to run away together and start fresh. I promised her a better life, and I tried hard to make that happen. But a short time later, I saw her standing at the door of our apartment with a suitcase. She left me for another man— a well-off businessman and widower. Before she left, she told me she loved me, but couldn’t stand the poverty anymore, and even had the

he asked “Because I know you have no girlfriend, let us be straight about this, you don’t have a girlfriend I know so, so what happened to you two? I mean something might have happened, so what is it?” she asked and he sighed “Okay, just because you insisted so her name was Ivanna, my best friend’s step sister, she is beautiful and very pretty, let me just say among the most beautiful girl back in my campus at home, I fall for her and I always loved her our childhood but she never even looked at my direction, ewe were neighbors and obviously we saw each other more often but maybe she was just not into me, in my freshman I decided to tell her how I felt about her and surprisingly she also fe

He complimented my dancing then he picked one of the fries. “ so how was life after I left you for hell, I mean I was the bad guy who turn your upside down, I just want want to know all that I put you through” She paused. “After the humiliation, I found it hard to believe you did that to me, I cried and and night hoping you would come back and apologies to me but you didn’t, I couldn’t attend classes, I stayed indoor and Jessica stood by me and encourage me to go back to class, just when I decided to start going to classes then I became sick and the result of the prom night was pregnancy.

“Actually… It’s nothing big.” Eliza curved her intricate lips faintly. “It’s just that I was tricked when I was young and naive. That person was sweet with his words and was romantic. I was inexperienced, and I even thought I had met my true love. I didn’t care when everyone was mocking me. I thought those people were jealous and envious of me. Who said that a poor girl who wasn’t from a good family didn’t deserve to meet her true love? However, it turns out he just wanted to have sex with me because I was beautiful and young.”

After he disappeared, she did not even know where to look for him. She gave birth to Mike herself. Since then, she had dreamed of making a fortune. She did everything for money. She prostituted for life, but her looks were average, plus she had given birth to a child. So even if she worked hard, the money she earned was only enough to feed herself and Mike. She sent Mike to school. She had taught him to make friends with rich people since he was young. She told him that in this world, people with money had everything. People without money had nothing. People without money were even worse than the lowliest dogs.

She shook her head. She knew her story too well. She was born into poverty. Her parents died when she was a child. The uncle who was supposed to care for her had abandoned her when she was just a teenager. Every step of her life had been a struggle—working endless jobs to pay her way through college, fighting to survive in a world that gave her nothing freely. She had always dreamed of love. Of meeting a kind, gentle man who would see her for who she was. But Peter? Peter surely can't be the man. He was rich, powerful, and lived in a completely different world. There was no way this was real.

Wilson asked demandingly. “Oh, that. I don't really have it with me, but I have it on my head” Jim mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact with his boss. “Okay, spill,” Wilson whimpered from his cavity, trusting Jim's brain to give out accurate information. “There isn't much to her, but let's go. Miss Lucia Montess, only child of late Mr Montess and his wife Mrs Jada Montess. Doesn't have a proper educational background as she dropped out at fifth grade. Her parents survived all these years in a small bread store which closed down two years ago. Neighbors say they live in abject penury and can't even afford two square meals in a day. It's so bad that even the poor call them poor. I guess that's

Life got tougher and tougher with money running out like water from a tap and no support. In the last six years, he had seen all phases of capitalism and how it crushes those who lie between the cervices of it all. Young-Jae, the boy who only thought of music, gave up. He gave up on pursuing his biggest ambition slowly falling into the trap of sex, smoke and cash. He wasn’t a coward. No. He was tired, he never had a shoulder when he needed it and he remembered cursing at himself for giving up but then again, what more could he do?