Pobre Ana Novels & Stories

ANNALIA’S POV I wake up and as I sit on the bed I feel quite dizzy and I tiredly lay back on the bed, my hand touches something. I turn my head and see Andrea laying on my bed and then last night memories come flooding in.The tears fill my eyes again and I groan as I force my self back to sleep.

-Kill Switch mode have been activated- “I’m going to kill you for real!” She pointed a knife from her pocket towards the young man. Dyed blond hair, tanned complexation and pony tailed hair. The girl was often called Ana but Anastasia Maruyog was her real name. She grew up in the slums or was known us the under the bridge people. She grew up in streets fighting among her fellow kin, beaten up with her father and seeing people and relatives get killed. Her childhood life and environment raised her to be what she is today. A person who believes force and subjugation is needed to get what she wants.

A sad look on his face. "Anam cared for you. Did she deserved what you did to her" I raised my voice, I can't see Anan hurt and the person sitting in front of me hurt her very badly " Anam did not deserve anything bad. I am the worst person to befriend with " his eyes were filled with water he had his head down not looking at me. I never saw him like this. we all grew up together, Ammar has always been the sweet guy he cared for everyone

"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

Mother you both need it more than I do ,take it and use it for your upkeep ,when I get paid I won't hesitate to bring it to you ," she smiled and hugged me. She also went to her father and hugged him . "You both are the only family I have , everything I do ,I do for you both ,I will work hard and make sure I change our lives,I love you both ,I promise she said holding both our hands . "We love you too Nanuet ,the phone already has my number in it. Just call ,if you feel lonely , " Alejandro said . We may be poor and don't know some things ,but thanks to Alejandro he taught me what a phone is and how to use it, except for Nanuet ,I pray she gets a helping hand wherever she goes.

I knew he would do anything for her as would I. "What do you want to do before we leave?" She asked. Unfortunately, we had to return to America to attend the ridiculous ball. Maybe just this once and never again. "Come with me. Let's go and see some fish." I said. She looked at me with amusement. She cocked her head to the side and laughed. We drove off in her car and arrived at a bunker. The very bunker Antonio perished in. She chuckled when she saw the tank, when she saw the piranhas and when she saw three men on their knees.

“So be it Father!” While Brian was trying to live life without Ana, she suffered her depression in a bar drinking beer and trying to imagine how she was going to forget Brian for good. And not knowing that he was also suffering and just wanted her to conquer her dreams, that's all for that agile reason so she never drank the way she was drinking and the worst that she was alone. Ana, I was really bad, I couldn't even stand up straight. Anyone who knows her knows that she never did that, she always hated drinking, but there are times when we stop being straight and change for some reason.

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?

Anna screamed again, already sitting weakly on the floor of her house. Wiping away her tears, Anna tried to contact some of her best friends to borrow money, but that's the cruelty of life: when we're prosperous, everyone approaches us. When we're struggling, everyone distances themselves. "Damn! Damn! Where else am I supposed to borrow money?" Anna whispered, burying her face in her hands. Anna's heart pounded erratically, and her body trembled even more. In her confused thoughts, a name suddenly appeared in her mind. The name that was her only hope. "Diego..." she whispered softly. **

Chapter 44. Ana’s POV. One week and 4 days later. ‘I think I’ll be needing a job soon,’ I whispered underneath my breath as I scrolled through my phone. I was trying to see if I’ll be connected to any of the remote writing jobs available. I didn’t want to do this because I had no money or perhaps, either Massimo or my dad couldn’t care for me, but I needed to earn a living on my own as a lady and a wife, not just sit and depend on the cash from my Millionaire father and Billionaire husband. The room was looking littered with clothes all over while I sat at the edge of the bed. I could see the silver lining Isabel gave me two days ago, sitting right at the edge of the drawer. That wasn’t so g