Novel & Cerita Pobre Ana In English

Ana remarked, pushing him away with one hand while taking a deep breath. "Emilia was the one they had chosen for you, and they were so proud of that choice because my family has no status," Ana's voice dwindled a little with suppressed anguish. "I toiled like a maid in your house for twenty gruelling hours a day, barely given enough sustenance to survive. It landed me in the hospital. Then, one cruel day, your mother ordered a servant to feed me dog food, deeming me unworthy of human meals," Ana finally released the painful truth she had buried deep within her heart for far too long.

But the weight of everything crushed her. She was alone. Completely, utterly alone. Without another word, Lena turned and walked away, leaving Ana standing there, broken and shivering. The cold night air bit at Ana’s skin as she stood outside the house she had once called home. A small, tattered suitcase sat at her feet. Her entire life had been reduced to this, a few clothes, some money she had scraped together, and nothing else. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, trying to ignore the stinging in her eyes.

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.

“So, you’re finally back. Where did you go? To call the cops on us? I was about to burn your precious mother’s picture and your documents to wipe your existence from the world, thinking that you betrayed us.” “No. I.. I just went out to get some air.” “Air? In this rain? You’re not fooling anybody, Ana. So what it would be? You or your belongings?” “I made a mistake and I’m ready for my punishment.” “Very well. Sit on the couch with your legs up.” A single tear rolled down my cheeks to know what my next punishment was.

Tears streamed down her face as she continued, “I’m really sorry, ma’am. I didn’t–” Cressida’s gentle smile interrupted Anna’s apologies. “It’s okay, Anna,” she said, her voice soothing. With a tender touch of her finger, she wiped away some of Anna’s tears, her eyes locked on hers. “Now. Tell me what are the problems poverty caused that pushed you to this?” Anna sniffled, her voice barely above a whisper. “It... it’s... it’s my…” She stumbled, her thoughts tangled in the painful memories that never ceased to make her cry whenever she was alone—both day and night—at home or work.

Dinda said, her voice starting to become soft. Mrs. Anita looked at Dinda attentively. "Dinda loves Daddy Sebastian, right?" Dinda nodded while rubbing the hem of her shirt. "Yes, but I don't like to see Daddy Sebastian for long with Mommy." Mrs. Anita nodded, understanding. "Dinda, have you ever been sad because you can't see Daddy Sebastian often?" Dinda nodded again. "Yes, I miss Daddy Sebastian. But Mommy likes to say that Rich Daddy and I can be a good family."

I muttered under my breath, my fist clenching clutching onto the fabric of my cheap chiffon dress as I stared at the picture again. He was indeed curled up in the arms of another woman while I was being forced to make a hard decision. Why did I think that a wealthy billionaire like him would choose a poor woman like me with nothing to her name? He’d promised me a lifetime of love, peace and happiness with him, but instead, he inflicted me with pain and despondence. How was I to take care of this child on my own?

“Me too Rea. I am glad that you persisted. Your continuance in prodding me to speak up brought me back to my senses” “Oh please Anna don't talk this way”, She wipes my wet face with the sleeve of her sleepwear. She stands up and lends me her hand “Now get up let go make something. I am starving”. She announces as she rubs her stomach. “Gladly Ma’am”. I agree and we go to the kitchen together, with smiles on our faces. ◉‿◉◉‿◉◉‿◉

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

My steps towards an uncoloured world. Can't deactivate it. If I tried myself unbottled...I'm gonna become a fish in a floating river of blood. Aunt Selina griped in a way that, I already had backup planned to run away in public with a heavy beautiful dress which I had seen only in movies and also remains in reality once in life for an ordinary girl like me. Well she was my step mother-in-law. Although I signed a contract with her, her stress level was at peak. My chuckling jokes are gonna bust her so easily. It's really very funny for me.