Novel & Cerita Pobre Ana Chapter 3 In English

Begging for scraps. A memory flashed—the lash of a whip across my back, the laughter of the servants, the voice of someone saying, "You deserve it, bastard child." I squeezed my eyes shut to push it back down. “You don’t have to be afraid,” I said softly. “I’ll help you.” Ana shook her head quickly. “Please don’t. The rich don't help without wanting something return." I was amazed by her choice of words. "Trust me, I don't want anything from you." I said calmly, stretching out my hands. But still, Ana shook her hand. Dora wanted to take my hand but Ana slapped her hand away.

ANA I’m sitting on the floor, with my back to the wall where three other women are standing. The one with the blank stare whispered something in a language I’ve never heard, but it sounded like a final prayer with her head looking upward. God. It’s me. Ana again, Your least favorite child, seeing as you keep letting all the bad things happen to me over and over again. If you’re listening, I’d really appreciate a break right about now. I lift a hand and brush my fingers lightly over the bruises that feel swollen on my face.

But just because she has a bit of beauty, she overestimates herself, he doesn't like girls. "You're just blind," replied Japhis scowling. He was about to cheat a bit more, but when he saw Anthea's cold face, he unconsciously just kept his mouth shut. Today, Japhis is terrible, intending to make some money, but it is true that heaven does not please "good" people. Japhis quickly sat up as well, picking up the letters with Anthea. He glanced at the strange girl in front of him. Except for her cold face and unusually jet-black hair, she was quite beautiful, a beauty as wild and special as her eyes.

“Well, you’re already on the right path, sweetheart. When you’re all grown up, you’re gonna be even better. More beautiful. More smart. You’ll become your own person.” Tatiana’s eyes light up with excitement, and she clings to me—talking on and on and on—as we make our way back to the mansion. The snow crunches beneath our feet, and the winter sun casts a warm glow on the snowy landscape. Ana is in the kitchen with Lena and other maids, making sure the lunch is ready on time. But the moment she catches sight of us, she comes rushing toward us, her expression unreadable. She’s dressed in the fittest faded jeans that wrap around her thick thighs and long legs and a simple boat-neck sweater tha

***the previous chapter is the last chapter in which Amory’s POV will appear. We have now arrived at the point of the original book ‘Damaged’ on the chapter titled ‘Three Years Later’ if you wish to read both books as they occur in-sync with each other*** Amory is behind the bar dressed in a black halter top with black booty shorts and silver stilettos, which is typical for her, and I see her kick into high gear when Sy starts waving to get someone’s attention. We all know that this is do-or-die time! But a couple of drunk dumb fucks smashed to the ground behind me, breaking glasses and spilling liquor everywhere.

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Chapter 4 Ana's pov “My love, I'm sorry, but do you mind explaining everything to me again?” My Mom asked me; each word that passed through her lips did so with intentional efforts, so much so that it made my heart basically ache to watch my once energetic mother struggle with something so basic as speech. In the past weeks, I had mastered the art of crafting believable stories. I told her that I have been working for a rich old lady who was in dire need of a caretaker.

I flinched at his words, the weight of them settling over me like a heavy chain. “Do you know what happens to people who can’t pay their debts, Sophia?” he continued, his voice calm but cold. “They don’t get to walk away. They’re sold off, dragged into places you can’t imagine. Underground casinos, private auctions… You wouldn’t last a day.” Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as his words sank in. He wasn’t lying. I knew what happened to people who couldn’t pay their debts, and the thought of being dragged back into that world made my stomach churn.

Anna laughs. “I’m still Zimbabwean, a country that at one point had starving millionaires,” Anna says. Anna finishes eating and Sophia orders an Über so that Anna doesn’t wear herself out walking. Anna decided to do some reading in the lounge and found Henry there reading already. He looked up at Anna as she entered.

She wondered how people could be so cruel and no doubt she must have done so for the sake of some cash. Paulo parked his car in front of a small duplex with a small lawn and an old fence surrounding the house. “So this is where she lives?” Ana was surprised that they didn't park in front of a mansion or some sort of expensive flat. She had imagined that the nurse must have been paid a lot of money for her to sell off a child to Jack's mother given how wealthy Mariana's family were. “Beats me.” Paulo undid his seatbelt and stepped out of the car along with Ana at the same time. They walked towards the house and opened the small gate to enter the lawn. They walkes up to the front porch and Pau