Pobre Ana In English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

You bloody manwhore, I wanted to give a big prince but your performance was not reached my standard. You don't have the ability to please someone. You just have a good for nothing face. Pity. Such a pity. But, don't be sad for last night I am giving you this. Now, take this money and don't ever dare to show me your face again. After writing this, Ana picked up his tie and rolled off her eyes seeing the tie. "Diamond on the tie. Bloody impostor. This fool thought if he put fake diamonds and gold on his diamond people will think he is very rich" Ana said rolled the tie around the notes and put it on the bed and left from there with a victorious smile.

Just stopped bringing food for two days straight. If it weren’t for Ana, the only kind soul in this place, I think I’d be dead by now. She sneaks me real food. Crackers. Vitamins. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispers, eyes darting toward the camera. “But you don’t deserve this.” I don’t know how she knows. Maybe she’s been where I am. I’ve lost so much weight. My ribs show. My hair is falling out in clumps, clogging the tiny drain in the corner. I stare at myself in the mirror and barely recognize the girl staring back.

To her, Ana’s actions proved to her she wasn’t worthy of being a princess at all. “Really, I wanted to come see you in your natural environment. Wallowing around in the filth and slime alongside the rats and the slime. So how does it feel to be caught by your own actions and given exactly what you deserve?” Tatiana hated hearing Ana’s words about her, and she couldn’t let it go. Ana was the prisoner here, not Tatiana.

And Veronica suddenly came to my mind. I was silent for a while and Ana tapped me on the arm. “Hey,are you really okay?"Ana asked. "Yes,I'm fine,"I replied with a smile. "Okay,it's nice here.Actually it's my first time entering a bar" Ana admitted with a smile. "Why? With your family's super wealth, it's impossible for you not to be a party girl," I told her. "No,I'm an innocent one,hehe!,"she said,smiling.

Ana. Life was never a bed of roses for the 17 years old Ana neither it was full of thorns before her stay in this small town, she lived in an orphanage. Actually Ana doesn’t belong to Italy. She was a native of New York. Many years ago her birth parents planned a tour to Italy during the Christmas Eve. At that time Ana was hardly three years old. While returning after relishing a day outdoor, their car met with an accident colliding with a lorry. Both her parents were spot death leaving behind the injured little girl unconscious, faintly breathing.

It was great to finally have someone to speak to after so long, I found out Ana was a widow who had lost her son and husband in a fire accident five years ago, she moved here a year ago after her husband's family seized all his properties without offering her a dime. “I know this sounds crazy, but I have no idea where my child's Father is,” I told her sipping my tea, “What happened?” “Everything happened so fast, It was love at first sight…. We made sweet love on the first night, and it was the best night of my life,” Ana listened with a smile on her face, she gave out a homely feeling, one I felt only with my Mother.

"She kept working her way up until she eventually made it to the executive level at the bank where she'd started as a janitor. She did all of that with only a high school education." Ana stops staring at the river and finally looks at me for the first time since she began speaking. "So yeah. That's why I want to be like my mom." "She sounds amazing." "She was," Ana says, and turns her gaze away from me. I study Ana. So that explains her olive skin, dark hair, and delirious words in Spanish. She's half-Latina. Ana's face begins to take on the sad look I'd managed to stave off by asking her about her mom.

Looking down at his hands, Jackson whispered out to Ana who looked lost. Why was life so messed up? Ana wondered but didn't find any answer. Why did she have to be born as William Adams's daughter? Ana glanced up at the sky and felt the lump in her throat hurting. Was she really oblivious to everything? She thought that she knew people around her, but it turned out to be the biggest lie of her life.

“I can get you another job, a much better one if you need. If you want money…” “I don’t want your money!!” Ana half-yelled, and then quickly turned back to know if there was any reaction from inside the house. “You rich kids think money can solve everything, I don’t want your money, Mr. Grey… Keep your stupid money to yourself. Just go away from my life and never come back, I hope our paths don’t cross again, I hate you so much!! You disgust me and I never want to see your face again!!” she spat as tears began to roll down her eyes.

She didn't know how to make money to pay them. *** Today, Ana is trying to borrow money from Deborah. However, Deborah only had a little money. "What's that much money for, Ana?" "I have debt. Tonight I have to pay for it." Deborah was supposed to be nice to Ana. However, she can't make it happen when it comes to money. Ana just worked on her. There haven't been six months. However, the girl had already dared to apply for a considerable loan. "I'm sorry, Ana. I don't have that much money even if you work up to 10 years here. Won't be able to pay it off."