Pobre Ana In English Novels & Stories

"Don’t fool yourself. We kicked you out, and that is the truth. And I know you feel like a lost, confused, hopeless, and helpless dog. You probably want to change your mind. Your betrothed is just a call away.” Ayana felt a surge of defiance rise within her as Grace's mocking laughter filled the air. Despite the bitter taste of her words, Ayana found solace in her decision to break free from the chains of her family's expectations. With a bitter smirk playing on her lips, she retorted, "This is probably the only good thing that you people have done to me in six years. As for that disgusting man, I think he suits you better because this Ayana is too expensive to stoop into the class of such p

"What stupid Pack duties, you Liar? I know you were busy gallivanting around town like some common street rat, you’re honestly a shame to your title. How can a Luna be so useless." Ana bristled at the insult, and she felt her chest tighten with barely restrained rage. "I was doing my best Mother, I wasn’t expecting you to visit today or else I would have been around to welcome you myself.” But before she could defend herself any further, Lorraine cut her off with a wave of her hand. "First of all, don’t ever call me mother again! I can never be unfortunate enough to have a daughter like you. Secondly, I’m tired of your stupid excuses, Ana. You're supposed to be focused on one thing and one t

she corrected with a grin, “Michael, I invited Sophia to be the translator for the business dinner.” Michael leaned back in his chair and spoke in a magnetic voice, "This dinner is very important. I can hire a better one for you." "I think Sophia is great," Cindy said in a gentle and sweet voice. "I believe she can do well, right, Sophia?" “"As long as you want." Michael's voice still has no emotion. “I know you are the best.” After Cindy finished speaking, I saw her hand holding Michael's. I suddenly felt ridiculous and pathetic. For the first time, I felt that a poor person like me was just a plaything of the rich.

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.

Inside were two crumpled stacks of cash. “Aran, paying off a million in debt is a bit hard… but I’ve been doing manual labor every day. My parents think I’m useless now, so they’ve started grooming another heir. I’m not a rich heiress anymore. “Can you… can you forgive me…” At that moment, I didn’t know what to say. I had once said that liars should swallow a thousand needles. Did it count that she had spent a year washing dishes? This worn-down state of hers was her punishment.

“She bought a mansion for you and enrolled your daughter in a private school that costs $100,000 a year. She brought her parents here to take care of your daughter. “As for me, I took care of Jack alone. I had to budget to cover our expenses as a family of three. I paid you a large sum from my meagre salary and had to struggle to make the rest last on my son’s public school expenses. I was crazy to have hired a homewrecker to be my manny! “And you say she pitied you? Ken, who is more deserving of pity? You or me?” He teared up and grabbed my wrist. “I’m sorry, Sam. This is all my fault…” I was disgusted. I wanted to free my wrist, but he almost fell. Grace frantically helped him. She almost

The young girl was full of innocence and happiness while the lady seems to be contented and happy in her life. The young year is the 6 year old Alexei and she was with her mother. “I miss you, Mama. I wish you were here,” then tears suddenly filled her eyes. She just cried and cried. Feeling all the sadness and pain. ‘It is a right decision going in Manila, right?’ The last question she had before falling asleep.

Hi Nanuet ,I see you are quite early today ,Patalekah my worst nightmare at the palace, came forward to me with her stupid minions . " Patale lays ladaya waqt min 'ajl harayik , 'ana mashghul hqan , lidha yurjaa aliaibtiead (Patale ,I don't have time for your nonsense so please stay clear I am really busy) I said not even spearing her a glance I don't want to embarrass myself with English. "My name is Patalekah,you idiot and why can't you speak in English ,oh wait I think I know why because you are dumb ,she mocked me and her two stupid friends laughed .

She tightly held the money in her hand, crying out in despair. A new day had begun, and everything would be okay, right? Anna's house was very poor, with only a small bed that was almost falling apart. The four bed legs could only support one person lying down, and the worn-out mattress sank in some places. Anna lay on that bed, closed her eyes for a moment, and carefully placed her hand on the pocket of her pants where the money from the stranger man was. He had helped her, and Anna hoped to meet him again at least once so that she could sincerely say thank you.

"These are for your child. Formula, diapers, clothes, some medicine. I heard you're struggling." Anita stared at the bags, then at me. Tears suddenly welled in her eyes, but not from being moved. "Why are you so lucky? You slept with your father-in-law, you destroyed a marriage, you became national gossip, but now you're still living comfortably. Expensive clothes, a private car, a calm face. Meanwhile me... I've always been poor and always unlucky. I'm the one who gave birth to his child, I'm the one who stayed with him when he fell, but I'm the one stuck in a place like this."